Feb 19, 2007 19:14
2.5 billion times my heart will pulse before I reach 75 years......and what does it mean?
If I love harder and cry more....and rifle past the small parts and linger on the vast qualities of rich emotional minutia.......and smile furiously and tell more people i love them.......and love more people.....and wink twice as much.................
or love no one and despair the world with a sanguine smile drenched in a thousand lonely tears.......snarl at the ones who love me and feel no remorse for deeds done ill........
would it change?
If I felt everything more passionately could I make it to 5 billion beats; if I died tomorrow would it have been 2 billion just for the sake and weight of my desire?
So I'll fall asleep listening. The rain and my heart. Dripping and draining. Expelling and falling.
And wouldn't it be swell to think so......that it could change for the sake of feeling, for trying.....and make a difference to know.
It's just that everybody wants more at the back end.....even if it's just a few, a few more lasts..............
moments, tears, kicks, feels, winks, wakes, fucks, brute kisses, orange crushes, fat lips and maybe just one last crystal heartbeat to drag on frozen, for hours and hours...
drifting in forever.