My heart has skipped five million different seconds since we last spoke, and

splashes into my teacup from time to time. I forgot I never liked tea – or

rather, I remembered I needed warmth. So curious, these gasping

moments between nirvana and the view of earth sprawling. It’s still

encased in translucent wrapping, still small and twisting around itself like

mermaids, but my heart serves it’s purpose.

 

And sometimes even this bruised sack of blood in it’s shuddered choking

birth dreams.

 

Sometimes it even laughs – you would never guess, but I love it all the

more. When it beats like kaleidoscopes. When it leads me back to these

places. These mornings I swear could almost be the dawn of my humanity.

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