call it weird.. all this time i was away from (what i thought to be)my 'heart', i could feel it beating.. it was beating in that dull rhythmic beats.. beating in anticipation of something.. anticipating the wait that would be realised in the future.. it was beating.. in that constant dull drill of rhythm..
call it weird.. all this time i was away from (what i thought to be)my 'heart', i could feel it pulling me to it.. i could feel the pinch of being away from it for so long.. i could feel the desperation of the longing, seeping within me..
call it weird.. now that i'm back to (where i thought)my 'heart' is, i feel this eerie sense of discord.. and i don't feel it beating anymore.. there's no excitement for the waiting of the anticipation.. no enchantment of the reunion with the 'heart'.. so sense of joys nor any feel of reassurance.. in fact, i get the feel that i don't belong here..
call it weird.. the soul weeps.. and the tug gets profound.
('heart' doesnt suit me)
call it weird.. all this time i was away from (what i thought to be)my 'heart', i could feel it pulling me to it.. i could feel the pinch of being away from it for so long.. i could feel the desperation of the longing, seeping within me..
call it weird.. now that i'm back to (where i thought)my 'heart' is, i feel this eerie sense of discord.. and i don't feel it beating anymore.. there's no excitement for the waiting of the anticipation.. no enchantment of the reunion with the 'heart'.. so sense of joys nor any feel of reassurance.. in fact, i get the feel that i don't belong here..
call it weird.. the soul weeps.. and the tug gets profound.
('heart' doesnt suit me)
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