My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.
Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
Change is what you get, whether it be good or bad…
She stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away.
I’m still just gambling with my heart.