Your heart is a drummer, his song is the only song. And you, unmoved and unwilling, have no choice but to dance. You are stuck in your head like a sunflower seed pressed hard against its shell, deaf to the symphony inside you. But beneath the seal of skin, in the swell of your heart your soul sways like the summer grass caught coiling in the wind. Beyond your shell you are more beautiful than you realize.

1 comment:

  1. beautiful post. thanks for your lovely comment. it made me smile :)

    F. ( x