My Hollow Heartbeat.

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One‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ can say that the silence that lives between heartbeats is the most important one.

It's the moment so fleeting, so incredibly thin, in which every thing seems to vanish.

It is a place where the falsehoods that we utter to ourselves decay.

If a person is very calm and quiet, he or she may actually listen to it—

the way regret hides under the surface of your pulse,

how the ghosts of the choices you never made

that walk along your ribs and breathe in your ear, "you could have been more."

The sun never entirely goes away; it just drops,

as one’s breath would drop into the ocean,

where even hope slows down and becomes heavier.

And here, at the bottom, truth does not console. It hurts.

This is because seeing yourself as you really are means knowing

that you were never the hero of your own story,

only the last one holding the candle

in a room full of ‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ashes.
 
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One‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ can say that the silence that lives between heartbeats is the most important one.

It's the moment so fleeting, so incredibly thin, in which every thing seems to vanish.

It is a place where the falsehoods that we utter to ourselves decay.

If a person is very calm and quiet, he or she may actually listen to it—

the way regret hides under the surface of your pulse,

how the ghosts of the choices you never made

that walk along your ribs and breathe in your ear, "you could have been more."

The sun never entirely goes away; it just drops,

as one’s breath would drop into the ocean,

where even hope slows down and becomes heavier.

And here, at the bottom, truth does not console. It hurts.

This is because seeing yourself as you really are means knowing

that you were never the hero of your own story,

only the last one holding the candle

in a room full of ‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ashes.
You're so prettyyy!
 

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You're so prettyyy!
Oh, I am well aware of it, darling. It is almost like being this fabulous is a full-time job, but nevertheless, it had to be done by someone to lay down the standard. I appreciate you coming to the realization after all that it is what everybody else has made up their mind from the very beginning. xx
 

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Beautiful, sexy, and a poet. You are amazing.
My dear, you are talking about those three things as if they were separate accomplishments. For a female like me, they are just the different, inseparable, intertwined fibers of the same stunning tapestry. If you will, beauty is the canvas, sensuality the color, and poetry the soul that gives it all life.

It is not quite as if it were amazing, my dear. It is just... me. However, it is very nice of you to be so completely enchanted. xx
 
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