Fossiled Hearts

I think aloud now, give my heart a chance to speak her mind. I always took it for granted, I do not anymore.

You have completely taken over me. There is not a time when I do not think about you. I tell myself, I have thought about you enough, and I should sleep now, but I dream of you. I dream of you and me together, in a place untouched by civilization. Where there is just enough room for the two of us and we sit together romancing the utter insulation from the cruel world we have left behind together.

I want to run away with you. And I know in my heart that I am the one person who can keep you entirely happy. I complete you and you me. I know every feeling in that beautiful heart of yours and I know how to humour every inch of your desires. You know me like none has ever dared to know, you understand even my darkest thought, you, my dear, are my soul mate.

I always thought one ought to find one’s soul mate. I had tricky ideas that my soul mate would be sought in exotic places, in mesmerizing situations, one that is described in Novels & movies. I didn’t realise that my soul mate was with me, even during the most ordinary situations, blunt and careless, lazy and casual.

You have the kindest heart, the sweetest voice, you are an angel, or is it just me?

When you are with me, it is spring, I feel flowers smiling, and leaves grooving to the music of your presence. When I feel your touch it is most exotic feeling of belonging. When you smile, it is sunshine warming me up to the right temperature. When you are not with me, I am shivering in the summer, body filled with blisters beckoning you to heal them, blood turn to ice and the sharp edges of the veins that carry my cold blood slit my body into so many little pieces.

You are my darling, my lover, my soul mate, you share my blood. You are my Sister, Accka!

You were with me when the first volume of Air went into my tiny lungs. You were with me when I was named; you were with me when I would pinch you in amusement and you would let me, because you saw your little baby having so much fun. You would have scars on your face, but all that mattered was that I was amused. You have always made me extraordinary, even when it was your birthday you would want me to have a new dress too. You would pour out your heart to me, and you would always listen until my heart was light. You would fight with me when I would ignore you. You would punish me by not talking to me; just to let you know it hurt so badly when you would not talk to me. You have never left my side. You encouraged me to follow my heart. Now that I realise my heart is with you, fossiled into yours, I am just following it.

I realise the incapability of Language to express myself to you. Love is a small, tiny word for what we share. We share something beyond time and space. We share something that God himself can’t fathom.

And I am just following my heart...so should you!