I could trace lines around my heart until I cut it out. Finally finding out if I have a heart, finally finding out what is inside of me.
I hear a beat as I skip a beat, but is that beat coming from me? Laying hands upon my chest to ensure I still live.
Am I still alive?
I feel the drip of dropping life slowly leaving while the leaving is good. I watch my life pass from fingertip to ground and sigh. A sigh that lasts a lifetime.
A sigh that is my life.