Poetry: “My heart”


My heart


I carry my heart upon my sleeve

Though it’s a foolish act

To let it sit so openly

Exposed to all that harm


I carry my nerves upon my skin

Where they throb and pulse

They swell with all my troubles

Until they’re fit to burst


I carry my hopes upon a string

Like a kite they flutter high

Though when the weather turns on me

My dream kite crashes down


I carry my dreams upon my tongue

Both the bitter, and the sweet

I let them linger in my mouth

Until they are forced away


Short story: “Travel nerves”

This is based on personal experiences, as I allow myself to feel a bit nostalgic about past events. Perhaps this can also give courage and heart to those who have online friends (or even more than that!) that they want to, but have not yet dared to meet in real life yet.

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