the heart doth poundz

when i think of something, someone, that i suddenly inhabit and hold the words to which secrets can be glanced, my heart gallops and the world becomes more colourful, more intimidating. suddenly, suddenly, suddenly i glimpse into a valley of closely guarded truths, and i must write them down before they dissipate into clouds, or rainbows - beautiful but all too transient. it has been some time since my heart pounded. today, it doth poundz and my head throbs from penning the previous entry.

ah, the things reading does to you.