Mornings now are much afar from the usual-
Dark and cloudy.
I feel more distant when I look far out in the window,
a glass of cold water in one hand,
and a filter on the other, between my red fingernails.
I am in search of bright lights greater than the moon’s.
Of broad spaces greater than the sky’s.
Of indefinite fluidity greater than the ocean’s.
My eyes are ripping the metro apart
in search of someone’s heart.
A heart so strong that has no boundaries.
A heart that cannot be torn.
Unlike my tattered heart,
weak and hurting, wounded and scarred.
A heart hard as a rock.
For it repels any emotion.
Not love. Not hatred. Not joy. Not sadness.
A heart that keeps beating
to live a life without love.
My search has began
for a heart that will teach mine to feel.
Show me a heart that will heal mine
from the battles it has gone and survived.
Stoned heart, wake up on this dark, cloudy morn.