here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
- e e cummings
I love my heart.
It is strong and solid and real and it
pumppumppumps through me
and I love the whooshing sound I hear from it
when I lay my ear on my pillow for too long,
on the days where leaving bed
is more of a struggle
than I’ve been prepared to go through.
I love the contracting chambers and
constricting arteries but it
feels like nothing was meant to work for me.
I lay and lose myself
to the slow flow and rhythm
and give in to weakness
because I know I lack the strength.
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What light. So breaks. Such east. Very sun. Wow, Juliet.
What Romeo. Such why. Very rose. Still rose.
Very balcony. Such climb.
Much love. So Propose. Wow, marriage.
Very Tybalt. Much stab. What do?
Such exile. Very Mantua. Much sad.
So, priest? Much sleeping. Wow, tomb.
Such poison. What dagger. Very dead. Wow, end.