Thursday, February 5, 2015


There are some who wish to turn my
thoughts into formulas
joints into gears
veins into wires

They wish for my body to become a mess of metal and screws and for me to become a robotic mess of emotionless sounds

But I am not a robot.

And if you tell me you don't feel anything remotely human about my pounding heart and pulsing blood when I start talking about,
my hate of cantaloupe,
my 41 (and counting) passions,
my ill fitting indispensable 7-year-old shirt,
my fear of undeserved "I love you"s,

then I'm sorry.

You are the one with the mechanical heart.

F. Sharpe


  1. Felicity sharpe always killing it as always. Makes my day to see a new post from you, honestly.

  2. This is wonderful. I always know I can count on you to make me feel.

  3. the last line though..every post of yours is flawless.