Love slips through our hands like sand and slides through like the blood in our veins. Hearts carry blood, liquid love. Ours to hold not to keep. Feel, pass, release. Arbitrary world of actions, my choice and everyone else’s. It feels lonely. I desire to linger in the feel of the “pass” ; swift anticipation of what will happen next. It’s all the same. I’ll get high in the motion and feel dull in the stillness. Im a weak heart beat praying for the AED. The motion brings me alive. Then I am in time for everything in this present that is always mine.