This heart.
When it thumps against my chest, I listen to it.
I can hear the way it moves,
the way it knocks against me.
Sometimes it's slow and quiet, slumbering.
Other times it is a loud presence, roaring inside.
I always find it amazing how this one organ can affect the way I feel, the way I think.
This heart of mine.
It beats, aches
it craves, it lusts
it pulses, it breathes
I find it wanders,
constantly,
never exactly at one place or time.
Maybe it's looking for something.
Sometimes it tells me, sometimes it doesn't.
Every second it pulses with ache.
Thumping with life.
With a message.
With this heart I will find you.
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