4 chambers...2 halves....1 heart I immerse myself in words, vignettes of heart break, heart ache and impossible love. I feel myself drowning in a Chekovian world...(Okay so maybe not a word but today I want it to be so it is)how I feel it in my bones....in my heart.
I give it emotions that it does not have. I prescribe afflictions it does not have. I give to it a meaning it cannot understand. The heart does not think, it just does. Year after year, it just does. |
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