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.


My heart.....it beats. Ever constant. Never changing, skipping the same beat every time. It's a flexing muscle. Contracting and relaxing without conscious thought. It just does what it does.

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.

2008-09-15 9:04 a.m.