Tuesday, May 4, 2010

My Heart Beats

My heart beats.

Is it always the same beat? Or do I hold a drummer boy inside my breast.  Playing the music of my soul. The music carried to my veins.  Sometimes he plays the blues. They travel through. And leave the essence of disappointment in my blood. Is it ever gone? Can something touch you and leave you unchanged? Is disappointment a disease carried by my veins?

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