75
beats per minute,
as calculated
by scientific studies
sometimes,
though,
it feels like
my heart disregards science entirely
in my worst moments
i might as well have been at 1,
not nearly dead
but certainly getting there
my heart still beats,
75 beats
(for the most part)
every minute
75 beats
as you are reading this,
as i wrote it
the average bpm
for an alive person

Because I am me
And you are you
And that
Seems to be enough


-em vidar

your
silence
silence
silence
would’ve crept me
out of my normal,

wasn’t it for my
patience
patience
patience
that kept me inside

my bubble
of hope, freedom,
brotherly love,
and happiness

in life.

From gloomy eyes to happy feet,
from being homeless to finding home
in a heartbeat

I think I will rot.
Maybe I will not.
There isn't any air,
My head feels hot.

I would like to ask,
Do you feel as lonely as I?
In melancholy we shall bask,
Quietly contemplating under a gray sky.

I feel like singing.
My heartbeat is stinging.
The dull mirth fading,
My subtle song thinning.

I would like to ask,
Do you feel as quiet as I?
In burnt kerosene we shall bask,
Quietly suffering until we die.