Where love has come to take root in my heart there is a simple and powerful feeling, one that I have obsessively come to realize as innocuous. This love I’ve let borough deep into my chest is simply another heart. Wrapped around my beating chest, tying knots around my ribs and finally resting somewhere that, for the time being, I cannot locate... Pulsating strongly, when I try to move I am halted in my tracks….i try to use my lungs to breathe and pressure, there too has this harmless little creature gone…glance out across the fairway from my rocking chair, although green grass I expected, my vision is enveloped by strands of black hair that seem to flow effortlessly through the tress around the moon and dart back into the shadows.…the whimsical touch on this dreary world, the fervor. As though Salvador Dalis spirit is painting my world…opening the canvas of my mind to the vastness of color….and darknesss….and then color once more…. Perhaps, I ponder, this naïve little spirit that dances in every crevice of my existence and seems to find solace in my veins, is simply safe here. Hiding. Under the impression that sometime soon its creators will show, waiting outside, arms wide.…I don’t see them though…the creators…so im starting to think theyre not showing up……so for now she can stay... . burrowed deep into my chest... .
Thanks for reading... . just felt right to let this out... . felt healthy... . maybe read mine and try your own... . its relieving somehow I sware
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