She sings

We feel all sorts of things

Don't feel

Just to hear it's so surreal

     And I know it's not the rhythm

     Just to hear it's so sublime

     And I know it's not the rhythm

     No, not this time.

Say what you mean

Don't become the in-between

With or without

You know it's nothing to think about

     And I know it's not the rhythm

     Just to hear it's so sublime

     And I know it's not the rhythm

     No, not this time.

Stop to breathe

Don't wake up from chasing dreams

Seek the truth

In what will always be there in you

     You know it's not the rhythm

     Just to hear it's so sublime

     But you know it's not the rhythm

     No, not this time

And I know it's not the rhythm

But, to hear it's so sublime

Even though it's not the rhythm

One last time.

So then I asked, "why does one's heart beat faster for one but behave normally for the rest?"

I keep searching.
For your center.
For that metronome.
That gives you your Rhythm.
For that heart.
For which I am attracted to.
The pulse, so loud.
I cannot define its location.
It is somewhere, among this, “Ocean of Chaos”.
Swimming in the Mad.

This is my beacon.
Your pulse is undoubtedly loud.
Mine is just as strong, now.
Resonating together.
But with no knowledge of proximity.
Distance.

Maybe our souls were never to meet.
Maybe we would resonate so loud,
That we would tear this world apart.
Or set it ablaze with the Fury of our Love and Kindness.
Maybe this silly little poem is the beacon we both need.

Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.

birth, the heatbeats

I can still feel your heartbeat
Faster than I've ever felt
Loudest sound against my ear
With my head against your chest, I know you're nervous
You reassure what I already know as you whisper your thoughts
I can still smell your scent filling up my nose as we exchange our first kiss
Ushering me to the bedroom, I feel your heartbeat once again
I can still feel your skin grazing mine as we touch for the first time
I'd swear you were a magician pulling rabbits out of hats
You had my full attention
Seeing you in a new light now is something I don't mind
I can still feel my tears rolling down my cheek as we said our last goodbye
I knew it would be our last.
I cling on to every moment.
The air, the cold December air.
No longer December, but I can still feel e v e r y t h i n g