My heart tickles with joy and my mouth stretches the eleven muscles to start the laughter that my heart feels. Is this excitement that my heart hungers itself that has been waiting? Or is it that it feels shame and hungers for commitment and the answers of what it wants. My stomach is filled with a thousand butterflies, flapping their wings towards the muscles that help me forget the pain. I gain illnesses and learn lessons. My taste buds wonder the sweet aroma of some kind treasure that may be hidden within the creativity that humans make. But also, it can taste the bitterness of the mistakes humans make. I can see world as a beautiful place, or I can scream at it and say, "leave me alone!" Whatever my heart wants, I have to follow it and remember that I will have someone following my good deeds and learn my mistakes as I walk down the road. This tickling feeling won't stop, but one thing for sure is that our hearts are mysterious as the ocean to the sky, and from the sky to the universe. Our hearts are so big and so powerful, that it can control the way humans should live and feel. Without our hearts we would be blunt.