Monday, June 15, 2009
When there's a crushing weight on your heart, you sort of wish another heart would help bear the burden with you. Maybe there's one, but it's got wings. There's blood too, plenty of it. Or a gracious hand to lift that dumb heart. Yet it might just roll out from under it, a struggly, jerky, sort of spasm. Trying to. No heart will understand. Not even the owner. The creator does, but stubborness and despair do too. And while they're all talking, if they were even concerned, none can understand the heart.
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