dear dearheart,
yes.
i can tell by the momentary tightness around my chest, feeling as if the world sits squarely on top of my breastplate, bending my ribs ever so slightly, that you are strained.
i can feel you want to stretch, to reach out, and beat as wildly as you would love to do.
but you can’t. and as i feel now the blanket of melancholy, i can hear Portishead on loop yet once again. as beautiful as that album is, do you really want that to be our soundtrack?
i want to feel life. i want you to beat harder, push the letters by our ancestors through channels sacred where only we can decipher the encrypted secrets. i don’t want to feel numb. so instead of feeling the pain around you, dearheart, i push legs harder, tear muscle, gasp for breath because i have this yearning to run through grassy meadows, feeling the breeze against my cheeks, until dizziness bless me with the feeling of life.
hold fast. don’t seek. let all things heavenly and blessed come to you. beat wildly regardless. love hard though it is never returned. pour out because you will always overflow. don’t keep it to yourself. and remember remember remember, that all things lost manifests itself in some other form.
transform.
transform matter into energy, and use it to evolve love.
beat wildly and free, but never, never, bleed.
love,
alfie
