Heart

The sound is remarkable. The rhythm is universal. Everything about it is awesome. Tireless and timeless, it works day in, day out, never stopping never resting.

It slows down and speeds up. It's movement nothing short of art. It seems so simple and yet remains so powerful. The repetitive contractions and relaxations all happening at the same time; it moves you, drives you, can give you purpose.

You can feel it, hear it, and make it speed up or slow down.

I want to be that. I want to be tireless and hardworking. I want to move something nothing else can. In fact, I want to be depended on like that. Where everything relies on me, where I control how fast something can move.

But, there is something else remarkable about it. It's so powerful, but at the same time, it can break with words or thoughts. It speeds up at touch, slows down during sleep. It appears in dreams, literature, and pictures. It may be unseen most of the time, but for whatever reason, everyone is concerned about it in one way or another.

Do I want to be that fragile? Do I want to be talked about all the time? Do I want to jump or stop when something happens?

True its what moves you, but it drives too. It has given so many other things meaning. Because of it, people do things they thought they would never do, seen things they thought they would never see.

Can I be that driving force? That reason why someone might do something they didn't think they could do?

It does so much with so little space. It's nearly perfect as long as nothing bad happens to it. A lot of the time, anything bad that happens to it isn't its fault at all. I can handle faultless responsibility.

Yes, I want to be like that. Working at a steady rhythm, making sure everything is working properly. I want to be heard as I'm working. I want to be talked about and thought of all the time. I want to drive someone to do something they have never done before. I want to give purpose to someone; I want to be the center of attention.