The beats outside our chest

You put your heart in your pocket to try and keep it from the world, but there’s this hand keeping warm and these eyes keeping you distracted.
And when you can finally breathe, you’re not sure if you’re emptier in the absence.


You, the center

These are the words I won’t speak.

These are the things I won’t feel.

These are the actions I won’t take.

These are the moments I won’t experience.