The human heart.
A vessel of life's whispers, beats with the rhythm of ancient seas, its chambers echoing tales of joy and sorrow.
Wrapped in the crimson cloak of love and pain, it dances to the silent symphony of existence.
Each pulse, a promise; each throb, a testament to the fragility and strength of the human spirit.
It is a timeless lantern, flickering with hope and despair, illuminating the path of the soul in its quest for meaning and connection.
YOU ARE READING
; the heart's way
Poetry|| My one-track heart. Do you want it? Do you want to cradle it in your hands, before crushing it within your palm? I don't care. I don't care what you do to it. As long as I get what I want, all shall be well. || cover art by Lyckaaaa on weibo!
