oh wow. there are these moments when the heart does falter. often I go swinging, weeping and then singing. introspective pains I do bear. never for too long. these are moments. they flit and flutter. iconic derivatives of passion. mmm. a pity there is no candy in my soul. I would lick the candy off my heart. I would chew the toffee blissfully. instead, I have a bucket in my chest. a bucket that overflows constantly. droplets, that run down the fibres of a discordant central nervous system, seem to be a complex mastery of intensity. mmm. how this sway of the fickle heart becomes a preposterous soothing fray. watch as I tumble, fall, slip, jump - live. I live. no matter the bargain, I live. crawling, sniveling, walking, running, jumping me. look I have snot in the nose. I love, lust - live. honest hearts bear the strength of legions, but they do falter. they are honest. they must. oh wow. there are those moments that pass. contained in these moments, the emptying of bottomless buckets as the heart falters. the heart does falter.
Peace means love.
Nappy head