The heart revealed. It is the same. The heart still beats. The heart goes on, even after we exchange our innocence for hope.
Dressed to the nines in illusions and dismay, I place the memory on a hanger and put it away.
We move in our patterns spinning out of control. Dizzy center with nowhere to go. I disappear into the shadow of myself beyond a place you can go. I will hide from the likes of you, where I am better off.