It has so much to offer to some lucky person.
Stops...just long enough to tease.
*Poof* gone before your very eyes and emotions.
Filling your mind with thoughts of what if, one day, if only.
Consuming you, to the point when every thought and movement of the day belongs to it.
This magical fit doesn't even know, jumping around and taking you along.
Rather you follow waiting for the perfect moment that plays over and over again.
Feelings bubble over to the point where you scream in utter outrage or the tears you try to will away just keep coming. When is enough...enough? How long will the travels be this time? It doesn't quite matter because wait is all you can do. With an option of action being a risk of a shattered heart, maybe you should adapt. Becoming your own traveling heart, if staying in one place doesn't fill the need, then find comfort in the movement of travel. Perhaps ending somewhere new or back at home. Which brings me to that terrible saying 'Home Is Where The Heart Is' who came up with that?! It's terrible, what if my heart is in more than one place. And what if my heart is no place at all? I love myself, so I suppose for now that is good...it keeps my heart right here where I can watch it. Even if it wants to follow.
Quick and simple are my thoughts on this traveling heart.
-n
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