it's Burning inside me like hot wax.  can't tell when it will blister unless you touch it. Continuously expanding like 100 year old sourdough but with nowhere to go except a wrenched gallon ziplock. how could i have let it breathe?  i guess more first kisses could've released the pressure, that's a zinger. but does dissipation help at all? Maybe my daughter will let it Spill Over and free the insides but who knows?  who Knows how? it's stuck but could be so big--filling the universe and boiling into something incredible and amazing. maybe my daughter is the outlet, but what Happens to Me? wandering around my tiny apartment in a daze--It's 3 in the Afternoon and all I can think is I wish it was 2 in the morning because midnight travails are much more Romantic and maybe that would siphon off some of the pressure.  But 2 am is too early to begin anything and too late to gallivant -plus it's cold outside and i have no car to escape the miles and miles of suburbs and Known territory. I'm the bike in the garage that could roam mountains and traverse Tuscany and find a lone bamboo forest or at least please Heaven rust at the bottom of the ocean. instead I age on the rack in the little garage watching cars pull in and pull out.

What is it? I was Hoping you could Tell me or just Take it away.

 so i can revel in a normal life and sticker stars