I woke up with an implacable feeling.
It had the vagueness of watercolours, melded together in a almost-but-not-quite-ugly blend of hues. No, not necessarily a negative emotion; not sadness but rather melancholic. And yet there was a tinge of contentment.
Eyes still closed, hand subconsciously lifted and placed onto chest. Amongst the muffled lub-dubs of the heart, it hit me.This apple-sized organ and its constant, steady pulse was single-handedly keeping my entire being, well, being. If it stopped, even for a moment, I would cease to be. This disconcerting realization brought about a flutter of an almost-fear of dying coupled with a sudden burst of aliveness.
Breathe in. Body stirs. I'm alive. Living, not dead.
Dear heart,
thanks for beating.
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