Heal

Spill it spill it spill it!

Open up and spill it until it flows so therapeutic and thick like syrup

Until it pours it pours it pours out with no remorse.

That’s the first step, isn’t it?

Eventually the pouring slows to a viscous drizzle of love and hate and clarity and confusion, and then even that sputters out to a halt.

But what then?

That’s when the real healing can begin. Or so I’m told. That’s when you search the world and yourself for the perfect effervescent concoction to fill up with, and take flight.