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h e a r t
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow & I am in them & that is eternity. Edvard Munch
| h 채rt |
1 a hollow muscular organ that pumps the blood through the circulatory system by rhythmic contraction and dilation. In vertebrates there may be up to four chambers (as in humans), with two atria and two ventricles. — the heart regarded as the center of a person’s thoughts and emotions, esp. love or compassion 2 the central or innermost part of something: right in the heart of the city. — the vital part or essence
Fresh heart rhythmic beating, vibrant luscious red |
What’s red won’t remain red forever. Things change, People change. It was my choice to make — for better or for worst?
12 Substances grew & covered my heart â&#x20AC;&#x201D; soon engulfed it. The older I grew, the more they grew |
Bl o omed _
â&#x20AC;&#x153;But flowers grew & I was in them.â&#x20AC;? I bloomed as I withered.
I was suffering on the outside every single day, but it didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t matter. What mattered was that amidst the pain, there was joy.
PA I N
S p i l l e d wa t e r Week 1
After all, Spilled water could not be retrieved. Every second that has passed will never come back again.
Stale was my heart. It did not have a beat
b ut it h ad
My heart was growing weak, I could
b a r e l y
breathe like I used to|
were glowing out of me, though time has passed and I was no longer young and alive ]
c o l o u r s
Time took it all,
I didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t have a choice.|
My days were gone, but I was remembered.
By J e d idah Tan