• These are the Pieces of my Heart.

    Were my heart like a cookie jar, and you could just 'pop' off the lid, inside, what would you find?

    Perhaps you might find a collection of memories from my past, displayed in color like the pages of a scrapbook. Perhaps you might find the story of the lost rocket, or the day the fire got out of control. Maybe you'll see all those people I used to know that now I don't even remember their first names.

    Maybe you'll find my family; the ones who have always been there for me, are always there for me, and always will be there for me. Perhaps you'll see the best dog a girl could ever ask for, or the sweetest hamster, that always escaped his cage. Maybe you'll see those long camping trips, and motorcycle rides. Maybe you'll see the trip to Hawaii, or the day in San Fran, with the magic waitor, or the beautiful pastery cakes.

    Maybe you'll see those friends who are so amazing you can't even find words to express it. The long talks about everything and absolutely nothing. The best new book, the coolest new game, who she likes, who he likes. Maybe you'll see the days spent laughing together, almost spraying soda through our noses, the sleep-overs, the parties, the achievements, and the disappointments too.

    Perhaps inside you'll find a sweet melody the likes of which has never before been heard. The simple, powerful essence of music reverberating through your very soul. Letting it carry you away on its ethereal wings of evanescent dreams. Let it touch your soul, your mind, your heart, and may it never leave you.

    Story-book tales of adventure, romance, fanatasy, drama, they litter the expansive space that is my heart. From eloquent and passionate poetry to humorous camraderie and witty banter. The adventures of those who are so like minded, and yet, so very different.

    Dreams fly around in a whirl-wind tornado, tangled and tied together, unable to sort them out. Hopes for the future glow warm and optomistic. Regrets of the past as dark and bleak as the endless shadows. Somewhere mixed inbetween are those daily issues, those constant thoughts, coated in a grey like the clouds in the sky.

    In the center of it all is a black mass, a formless pool of empty space waiting to be filled. If a 'reserved' sign could be placed, indeed, it would be. Because this is the final piece that ties it all together, the last link in the chain. This is the place reserved for that which embodies love itself. This is the space reserved for you. What we lack in ourselves, we shall find in each other.

    So, in this cookie jar you find the heart itself, that which allows the soul to live, the mind to thrive, the heart to beat. The heart of all life, the heart of hearts. Don't smother the pulse, let the life beat through your veins.

    Life=Love+Laugh+Learn.