Often I find I'm trapped within myself. My thoughts scream in hopes of escape, yet they have only found one exit . For me, writing is the only way to accurately express them. I simply pick up a pencil, and bleed. Every emotion, dream, fear, or hope I've ever had finds its way from my heart to my hand. I fade farther from reality with each letter I write, finding bliss as I carve my soul into my paper canvas. In this case, bleeding isn't referring to an open wound, but an open mind. So I say, let it bleed.