A Heartbeat. It sounds almost like a perfect melody, telling us all differen't kinds of emotions helplessly. When it rushes you can feel the beat throughout your enitre body, and when it slows you feel the emotions fading away slowly getting foggy. Maybe missing one seeing a certain somebody.
That's what you feel beating loudly when your lonely, yet so crowded you are suffocating ever so slowly. "Just breath" they say calmly, oh i wish someone else could understand what it means to be solely. Most people already have their somebody, meanwhile I'm laying in a small dark green ditch like a nobody.
Everything and everyone else transitions into different crosspaths, comparetively to the silent melody that sings in your veins until the last few breaths. For some their song goes way to quick and fast, while others have theirs on slow for it to last. That's why it's so hard for some to not get stuck on the past.
Everyone needs it to keep on living, yet why do I wish for it to stop singing? All the beautiful people and living things, we wish we all could keep on seeing. The embrassing sounds we keep repeating, also the ones we keep for our own hearing. Nature that keeps me breathing, all the small details that may cause weeping. The only thing keepin gme from leaving.
A Heartbeat. It sounds like perfect melody, yet not hearing it is so deadly.
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Embers of Endurance
PoetryAn original poetry book by me. About my life and what it came to be.
