Literature
EA
My heart starts beating fast; butterflies flutter around inside me. My soul reaches and I grab and try to hold to these feelings.
Each heartbeat is a beat of love and hope trying to hold on.
I follow the path of my heart, my eyes closed but my heart open, searching and floating through these streets for the player who strums the strings of my heart.
The melody grows stronger and my mind, body, and spirit become intoxicated by the sounds from my heart. The tempo speeds up; energy feels my body to my limbs all the way to my fingertips, it moves me closer to you, breaking through walls, dark days, negativity, and all the impossibilities.
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