empty box of thin mints.

i wish i could spill my whole heart to you, and try to explain to you every single detail my life, from the center of my problems to the corners and crevices of my mind, to the empty spots in my heart.  i wish i could scream my anxieties in your face and whisper my hopes in your ears and pray that you could understand where im coming from. i wish i could make you see the world through my own brown irises. i wish i could show you the optical illusions we think are real, and show you the true repetitive pattern that it really is.