is it my head of my heart that’s making so much noise?
i can’t hear it through all the skin and bones of reason. speak up, heart! it’s her, i know it.
i’m thinking two steps ahead, and i keep reminding myself to slow down – go with the flow, take it as it comes – but i’m now wondering if the reason i’m going crazy in the first place is because i’m fighting with my heart?
and i know,
that’s not what should be done.
she’s whispering to me all the paths of the map, the destined tracks, the compass, the arrows, pointing and plotting. carving its way.
listen listen listen listen.
clues float in the heavy air, through the deepest breaths of every steady beat.