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Is the heart meant to stay in one shape? to feel the instant? To drive itself? To wanders to its ends?...

Do the pieces remain as you remember? Are they the same after the rain? Do they stir the memory?

Can the silence drive you mad? Running when you can only walk. Slicing the sky just to stay still.

I open my finger to feel what is around me. My eyes close and my mind starts to ease away. The cold touches the tips and send the signals for me to begin. I breathe in to taste what my chest has consumed. It is crisp. It is comforting. It is the life that gives soul. Nothing and everything in a moment. Understanding and letting go. I don’t know where to start so I end. And in the between, are just pockets of stillness. The world stops and admires. For in glory, a reminder of the realm that awaits. Time for the love and the life.

And then my heart beats again…