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.
But.
You are the one with the mechanical heart.
F. Sharpe
I do like this very much.
ReplyDeleteFelicity sharpe always killing it as always. Makes my day to see a new post from you, honestly.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I always know I can count on you to make me feel.
ReplyDeletethe last line though..every post of yours is flawless.
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