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Thu 23
heart to heart.
It was a Thursday, and my heart had conquered my mind. I spent my hours feeling, not thinking. I spent my seconds sinking, not drowning. I spent my moments with a reassured notion that everything is going to be okay. There’s no need to fight against the current. If your heart is in the game, your mind is just the referee. Bought in to take a time out, when necessary. I’ll let my fingers do the walking, my mind do the listening, and my heart? Well, I’ll let it do the talking. It can be the skip in my stride; the hop in my jump; the slow dance in time, and the tribal drums of carnal energy.
