Perhaps we are just reflections of our past, our present the mirror, or a still pond. As mountains stand almost fake in the distance, we wait like statues hoping someone will choose us.
My ears fill with water muffling all sounds, amplifying my heart. My hand placed under my left breast as if that was its home. I feel the beats, close my eyes and imagine the tiny circles of blood rushing around my small body. I wonder what my heart looks like on the inside and think of you.
My ears fill with water muffling all sounds, amplifying my heart. My hand placed under my left breast as if that was its home. I feel the beats, close my eyes and imagine the tiny circles of blood rushing around my small body. I wonder what my heart looks like on the inside and think of you.
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