Hearts were created to be given, not kept. They test our strength and courage, force us to become aware of our weaknesses, our fears; useless when kept within us, hidden and caged, hearts only reach their full potential when held to the elements, brushed against the world, shared, used, broken…and if lucky, treasured by another.

Blind.

She struck me blind.

It happened simply,
over time.

My cones and rods simply…
shut down.

I could not take her intensity;
I could not look away.

She moved with fluidity
that graced the liquids of her composition.

I could swear that each atom of her being
had been crafted by the creator with care
above all overs.

How does she move like air,
around a sea of blindness?
How does she speak like silence,
around the crashing waves
beckoning her attention?

She struck me blind.

It happened simply,
over time.

I could not take her intensity;
I could not look away.

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I am who I was before
you,
I am who I am after
you,
And nothing
in between matters anymore.