A human heart is quiet possibly the most beautiful theory that has ever existed.
Capable of loving deeply, feeling wildly, and aching sorely
My heart is experiencing something new here
Microscopic cells are building a barrier, right down the center of my heart…between here and there
These cells are forming a new section, one that has been slowly filling itself up without me even noticing.
This new section is exclusively for here.
For the love here
The feelings here
The achings here.
My new fragmented heart has doubled while simultaneously breaking itself apart.
The double isn’t a twin, it’s an expansion.
It’s the street signs hidden by flowers that smell like spring herself.
It’s the laughs shared in a low budget office building.
It’s the tears that fall into the laps of humans that somehow share one singular soul.
It’s the inconsistent emotions that bond strangers close together
It’s the way we lay closely but refrain from taking it too far too soon.
It’s the drip of sweat that forms while music pounds onto our open chests.
Maybe I am this way.
Forever traveling from home to home
Realizing it’s home, and leaving it.
My physical body leaves, but this mystery quadrant of my heart will remain. Both in me and there. Teasing me with the stability I don’t want.
Or I do want.
Constantly searching for a new place to connect with
New people to cry with
New trees to smell.
How many segments can a heart have?
Maybe as many as an intricate mosaic.
Mosaics are beautiful but somehow incredibly fragile
But legendary and memorable in the lives of those who see them
Interesting but not something you want to see everyday
Something tells me I should only expand my heart so far or else it will burst,
One heart is incapable of experiencing all types of love
All forms of sadness
All shades of jealousy
There has to be one type that just works.
One hand that feels the best
Or just enough
One bed that holds you the best
Or in the right places.
One passion that satisfies you
Or occupies you.
Maybe I’m like this.
A heart traveler.
Opening up shop somewhere/everywhere/anywhere I can
Until something catches
Until I hurt so bad that only one remedy will cure me
Until I dive so deep that only one tank will last me
Until I fall so fast that only one place will catch me
Until I shake so hard that only one touch will stabilize me
Until then, I’ll keep traveling.