Something Strange

Deep within the heart lays so much. A pounding that doesn't cease until death is knocking. Love so strong that it rips your heart apart. Yet still it pounds.

A strength unknown comes from it. Flowing through you in jittery excitement. With only a flip of a coin it turns to fear but the jitters are still here. Then it becomes the jitters of anger welling up from a deep and primal source. An anger you can't release that turns to tear filled jitters.

When you cry your heart hurts from all the pain held within. Sometimes it's your pain. Sometimes it's the feeling of all the hurts in the world crashing in.

Pains that can be heard by another. Your heart pounds on even when the one who hears is only in your imagination.

You may not have met them yet but there is always someone alive who will understand the parts that make you, you. Keep going until you meet them like I have. For your heart and mine are still pounding even when it feels strange to believe.