The heart knows what it wants the moment the eyes set vision on the perfect image.
A sense of affirmation was made. Settled into the depths of the heart, acknowledging the feelings lost in slumber within its chambers.
The heart reawakens. It dances along with the soul. It feels bliss and contentment on the sheer proximity. The heart is hoping for more, but Destiny could only give as such.
And so the heart resolves to mere touches, mere conversations. Allowing itself to be taken deeper to its demise, once the existence of truth is confirmed.
The heart wants to forget, to find acceptance that things aren’t going the way it wanted.. That reciprocation is out of the question. But it refuses to let go completely. Little strings–familiar ones–continue to tug whenever it tries to keep its emotions at bay. Too much was invested already, and it is only kept alive by the hope of someday, things would fall into places.
But for now, the heart shatters. Little by little.
MONOCHROMIA 