Hearts are funny, fragile, things.
They swell, break, fill, and beat. You can wear yours on
your sleeve, offer it to another, and have it ripped
out. You can cut yourself off from your emotions and make your heart grow
cold. Or let a child into your life and feel it warm.
But, for most of us they ache with need.
Clamoring at the walls of skin, crying to find another, to be
opened and shared... Fighting to find an equilibrium, a place
where we are open enough to see anothers, but closed enough to survive this
world of unkind words.
I'm looking for you.
With the compass of my own beating center I search for you and yours.