Clock heart, Future beats

[broken_monster]

As far as hearts go, i probably have quite a small and timid one. A lot of the time i tend to hide it away and pretend that it does not exist. It's overly fragile, but that is not a quality i feel is essentially wrong with it. I rather it be soft and tender then hard and cold. Sometimes i wonder if it has the ability to transport itself right out of my chest. It does nothing i tell it, and remains utterly mysterious even to me. It is is both a great relief and frustrating obstacle to me that it is so obstinate and definate about what it does and doesn't want. There is no comprimise. It chooses the path of most squishage, refuses to flinch from hard or turturous paths and often interrupts my serenity by introducing thoughts i would rather not have. As much as i try to chain it up or lock it away, it oft escapes. Hearts are such troublesome creatures.

Hearts are eternally a keeping place. A beautifully bloody sack in which to keep the most brilliant and torturously happy moments of our lives. Untouched and sacred. Stored away and visited in the cold moments of our lives.  If i could i would return to that exact second, that exact moment when all the light in the universe seemed to spring forth from your face, from inside you, then i would live perpetually in bliss. An unadulterated moment of pure happiness i wish i could preserve perfectly forever.

I fear the time when this all feels stale and untrue and too painful to hold.