my heart is full, exploding. eyes gently lower lids, but remain aware. sleepless nights. filled not with that of my struggles. my heart is full. possibilities.

how do i tie it down? it cannot be grounded

my heart is full. confusion. something not felt, cobwebs stirred. do i remember how to be?
my heart is full. does this stop the cracking
the decay
the mold
the repairs from knocking ceaselessly upon the door

does it end, can it?

my heart is full. but what does that all really mean. does it change anything?
us
the love
anything?

my heart is full...

so what