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Heart

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Originally written by @savemodtony​ for ClasspectLab’s Task 1.0, 2016.


Heart isn’t love. Heart’s passion. Its that feeling you get when someone tries to tell you you are wrong about something you know inside and out. Its that flame in the pit of your stomach as you pour your soul into a project you are proud of. It’s the voice that encourages you to go out and beat the hell out of that guy who gave you shit. Its primal instinct. It’s the things inside yourself that only show up when shit gets desperate. Its when your mind shuts off as you run through the woods at night to get home. You feel the blood rushing through your veins and the only thoughts in your head are those telling you what to do and what turns to make.

Heart is what makes you break down crying after hearing a sad story that vaguely connects to the one friend you lost to the void. It’s those tender moments when you bear your soul to someone who is on the verge of a breakdown and show that someone still cares. It’s the scream into the night sky as you fuck up yet another relationship and just need to release some anger.

Heart is that one thing that, no matter how hard you try you just can’t explain. It’s those funny little noises you make when no one else can hear you, those dumb dances in the dark with yourself or those songs you make sure no one knows you know by heart. Its those moments where you question whether or not you matter at all or if any of your “problems” are real. Its when you manage to help a friend and feel like you just did something worthwhile. It’s those nights where you just lay on the ground and look up to the sky and feel like you are alive. It’s that one part of you that, no matter how lost you feel, will always be there to remind you that you are still here.

Heart is the hearth waiting for you after a long day out. It ebbs and flows, it can shoot off sparks and can wane to a dull flame, but it never goes out. It’s always burning, waiting for you to come sit by it and stoke it, to tend to it. It’s the star that will always lead you back to some safe place and give you respite.

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