The Heart (by Astrid)
The heart is a strange organ. Small, with many rooms.
Did you know that blood circulates without a heart, right in the
beginning of everything new?
That is how strong love is, before it gets its different names.
Sea of love. Yes. Does it branch out? Yes. Does it have many rooms? Yes.
Love is never weak.
Simplicity is love. Complexity is tasty. Swallow it whole.
I collapse with mirth and laughter, I am helpless, I give in.