Heart

31. 3. 1998~

In the depth of my heart and in the expression of my soul, cocooned like a pearl in the lips of an oyster. The key.

Moon shaped and milky coloured.

Worn smooth and silken after years of the outer shell breaking slightly and opening, closing,

tight,

shut .

I open again.

Let the tides of the moon wash over me. Let the rhythm of language restore me. Tell the tale of a heart no longer heavy.

Instead, one that flows with the knowledge of a deeper, truer love. That of the self.