Heart-Beat

She thought that she felt sad, and she wanted to cry. But it was not easy. There were something there blocked her heart and boxed it away--away from the rest of her being, away in a dark, alienated place that is so foreign and out of reach. Yet, she seemed so sure that her heart was there, somewhere, inside her body, and it beat, beat, beat...... against the box, and it squeezed, with each beat, and it bled. "I can feel this," she says, " from time to time...... the pain." 

        She tried to remember these feelings as they made her feel alive. But her memory seemed to be immune from feelings--it purged them out, so quickly and fast, like a rush, and it's gone, as if nothing had never been there. And the memory then became foggy like awakening from a dream.

        Upon the fist appearance of another human being, the fog of memory faded away, and a city in the sunlight stuffed with faceless beings dashing like bees merged. And she seemed to joining them without any hesitation or fear, stepping out one feet and the other and repeated the cycle erasing herself into the crowd.