The Head and The Heart
When was the last time that you cried? that you carried jars of tears in your clenched hands, knuckles white like the moons that you sacrifice your tears to. when was the last time that you broke? like truly broke into something as lilliputian as breadcrumbs, that the lions in your heart followed until they met the wolves in your mind. did you know that there is eighteen inches between your head and your heart? when was the last time that you laughed? roared until your body could not entrammel that intemperate energy and your lips cracked from smiles too vast and eyes overrun because there are some feelings that human confines cannot express and that is the mysterious place where people travel to in their dreams and where people who die from broken hearts go to after death. Sometimes I forget to feel, the world is so ravaged by noise, noise picking the last bits of meat off of every bone it leaves nothing, even for the child who prays to the ceiling for a spell of sile