I see my heart. It is an open vessel of adventure, romance, and new life.
I see my limbs. They are a creamy skeleton of walking, breathing life.
I see my kitchen. It is a white-hot inferno that wafts the rising wheat.

I see a rose. It has vicious crimson claws that glide across broken glass.
I see words. It is a haven from the outside world that shields one from day.
I see a field. It is the towering arms of life that sway with the wind.

I see a dream world. It is issuing steam from the depths of its bubbly cave.
I see a cloud. It is a glistening reflection of the sun’s rays that blankets the shore.
I see water. It is a magnificently sleek orb that radiates swirling opaque hues.
I see Earth. It is a hollow mirror, encapsulating the essence of life