once upon a moment, digits and letters held meaning in a heart. but a two headed king called time made meaning better and worse and constantly altered it. meaning constantly weighed on scales to find its balance. the digits and letters clutched to whatever memory that remained and painted facades over and over again so that the heart would not be empty. for an empty heart was pointless and had no reason to survive anymore. time would test and conquer and defeat uncontrollably. however, a masked heart will one day reveal itself and the digits and letters will crumble victoriously buried in the moment. the heart will thus be empty but there are stains to remind it of what remained before. heart will consult the mind and the mind will give never ending solutions and options.
a damaged heart is not a dead heart.
it is only wounded to be revived and resuscitated.
for new digits. for new letters.
a resurrection will be held ceremoniously.
but only on time's terms and conditions.
will the heart ever dare to place another signature?
maybe and maybe not.
xox
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