It was the unfamiliarity of the ache that made me realised my heart has been laying dormant for so long without me realising. Maybe that proves that we don't need a very active heart to survive. But does it mean that I have not lived meanwhile? But that isn't the story for the day.
This is- my heart woke today with an unfamiliar ache. Like someone had it grasped in the middle of his fist and clenched tightly, like the opposite of an explosion, an implosion unnoticedable by anyone but me, like a blackhole formed on it and is sucking everything into it yet bec the hole is on the heart, there will never be a time the sucking stops.
I bleed in reds, maroon and pink and cried in prisms. It was beautiful, how it hurt. It reminded me that maybe there are worst things in life than failing at work. But I am offended that it had to be so extreme. why can't it be more like sleeping beauty waking from a kiss?
No, I bleed to wake up. And for better or worse, I woke.
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
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