Shorts

No matter how high up above or buried deep your heart is, no matter how cold the winds blow around you, your heart remains warm. She churns and melts rocks. She glows red and orange and steams. That's the power of your heart. It's broken and cracked into pieces but stays intact. It's through those cracks that you can see and feel the warmth and power of your own heart. If not, all you will find is hardened lava rock on the surface. So allow your heart to break once in a while. That's where you expand and make new land.

The leap was taken after much self-suffering and dismay. It has been about four months since. I am still falling and floating at the same time. I thought the leap would leave me dead on the ground, my head and my heart smashed into tiny pieces. I imagined and expected horror, pain, and death of some sort. I expected the fall to be brief and the death to be imminent. When I was planning all that in my head, it all happened so fast. I jumped, I fell, I died, I was reborn, and I started walking on the earth again. I was pretty sure all that would happen within the first three-four months after the fall. After all, no one keeps falling for four months. Right: that part was right. No one keeps falling for four months. But I know I didn't hit the ground yet. So where am I? What happened after the fall? This is where 'reading whatever comes to your hand' comes in pretty handy. I heard one of our housemates had the first two books of Game Of Thrones. As a huge fan of the series, I ...