Sometimes, you must take action In order to avertΒ a calcification of the inner self, A slow and sad decline. My brittle heart was dessicated, A cuttlefish, broken and alone, Upon a windswept shingle beach. Now, it pulses, it throbs, The bass beat background to my life, An eternal dance of joy. Sometimes, life will gift you a great friend, a kindred soul, Sometimes, you find someone To revive you, make you whole.