There's something really intimate about
heartbeats,
something about pressing your head to someone's chest
and hearing that thumping noise
and knowing they are alive and well
that really puts a smile on your face.
Something about hearing that sound is
very soothing and deep and it makes you want to think about life and everything
while the rest of you just wants to sit there and savor that moment.
Something about it makes you feel so much closer to someone,
almost like how close you were to your mother in the womb.
But listening to your own heartbeat isn't the same.
When I listen to my heart,
the thumping echoes in a hollow space
and all it says is that I am alone
and I will always be alone
but at least I'll have this damn thing-
always beating, never silent-
to keep away the silence.
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Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
