this probably only makes sense to me.
hearts. beat. hearts. beat. hearts. beat.
heartbeats, together. beat. suddenly, striking each note firmly. we are an orchestra, playing symphonies. we are, we are so much.
we were, we could be.
depending at what time and place your mind’s in. because heartbeats, are always beating. but it’s only certain times in which our hearts. beat. hearts beat.
our heartbeats beated together. or our heart beats can beat.
if only life was predictable and i could string the linings of my heart and weave it, intricately into yours, and we’d be connected.
like quilts, depicting past times in embrodiery, i wish it was that easy.
i wish i was able to just stand next to you, and simply, share air between breaths and suddenly, id be immersed in your world and your thoughts.
i wish it was as easy
but wishes are only false hopes and i’m sitting on my living room couch with my own heart beat. heart. beat.
lol i’m a sad lonely violin. awww. and my bow needs rosin!!
