I want to scatter my bones across the world of your heart for you to uncover and search for and learn from.  I want to be the mystery of your creation.  Trace the lines of my ribcage and brush the away the dust of the past.  Touch me as if I were the very earth that holds you up and will one day pull you into its depths. But be careful with me.  My bones are brittle and weak from years passed and there are fault lines running across me from broken hearts and falls that came long before you. I am not whole, bits and pieces have been ****** away by the currents of life.  Parts of me are spread across my lifetime but, you can have what is left, you can have whatever you uncover. You can have what remains of me.