aloha

 

There are endless hearts that float around the world, gentle and alone. Loneliness and death their numerous most transforming fear and single most unifying truth. Some cannot be touched, some cannot be seen, and yet they are mostly one. One heart waiting to be many to multiply and move away from itself, yet be, in a mitosis kinda dance. There are only a very few people carrying the heavy burden of all the hearts and only a few places where the hearts will go to stay longer, longer than a heartbeat. When the last sunset of the day wears off, we fear the hearts might have become invisible, and dark, and melted into shadow so we turn on every piece of light we can find to try to find them again only to find them float away beyond the lights to all the hidden corners where no light can go and yet they are so bright and light seeking in the sunlight I wonder if the darkness is a place where the heart too needs to be quiet in, to beat