Heartbeat. "A single complete pulsation of the heart" "A vital or driving force"
Heartbeat. I am in love with the human heartbeat, the sound, the feel, and the visible evidence of it. Everything has consequences, the consequence of almost every heartbeat is life. Maybe its becuase when I was very small, 3 or 4. I remember my dad laying on the couch sleeping, and I'd sleep on top of him, my ear pressed against his chest, just over his heart. Possibly its that whole womb memory thing, the fact that a baby can hear its mothers heartbeat from the inside. For whatever reason, its one of my favorite sounds. It puts me at ease instantly. A friend of my mine who knows this give me hugs with a certain style, envelopes me so that I can put my hand on their chest and rest me head againt their sternum and listen.
I hold hands with my friends, not in a relationship sense, though we are friends, but I just like to hold hands.
If it were possible I'd be even height with everyone. I dont always like being as tall as I am, 5'9" for those who dont already know. Its not that being rude and "looking down on them" but I'm literally looking down at them! Eye to eye. I like that. Then again I also have a habit of staring at eyes, and mouths when talking to people. Mouths is rather general, I look at their lips. They're instersting and as unique as fingerprints. Which makes you think, do twins have unique lip prints? I'm sure they do, lip care varies from person to person as does expression use. It's possible I suppose but I'm not about to test my theory.
I like having wet hair, I like the way it looks. I like the movement of hair underwater, long dark hair. The wavy freedom. And the tangled mess it becomes when it touches the surface again. I miss swimming. Holding my breath until my lungs burn. The cold air out of the pool, the cold water when you first cannon ball in. I miss being in water, pune fingers and toes because I've been in it all day. When my hair was still natural blonde, and green from the pool chlorine. Swimming in the pitch black, and floating around looking up at the stars...I miss the empty weightlessness of water, that it surrounds and is a part of. Bodies of water that didnt smell of sewage and waste. I'm not green planet hippie, but dont fuck with my water.
Heartbeat. I am in love with the human heartbeat, the sound, the feel, and the visible evidence of it. Everything has consequences, the consequence of almost every heartbeat is life. Maybe its becuase when I was very small, 3 or 4. I remember my dad laying on the couch sleeping, and I'd sleep on top of him, my ear pressed against his chest, just over his heart. Possibly its that whole womb memory thing, the fact that a baby can hear its mothers heartbeat from the inside. For whatever reason, its one of my favorite sounds. It puts me at ease instantly. A friend of my mine who knows this give me hugs with a certain style, envelopes me so that I can put my hand on their chest and rest me head againt their sternum and listen.
I hold hands with my friends, not in a relationship sense, though we are friends, but I just like to hold hands.
If it were possible I'd be even height with everyone. I dont always like being as tall as I am, 5'9" for those who dont already know. Its not that being rude and "looking down on them" but I'm literally looking down at them! Eye to eye. I like that. Then again I also have a habit of staring at eyes, and mouths when talking to people. Mouths is rather general, I look at their lips. They're instersting and as unique as fingerprints. Which makes you think, do twins have unique lip prints? I'm sure they do, lip care varies from person to person as does expression use. It's possible I suppose but I'm not about to test my theory.
I like having wet hair, I like the way it looks. I like the movement of hair underwater, long dark hair. The wavy freedom. And the tangled mess it becomes when it touches the surface again. I miss swimming. Holding my breath until my lungs burn. The cold air out of the pool, the cold water when you first cannon ball in. I miss being in water, pune fingers and toes because I've been in it all day. When my hair was still natural blonde, and green from the pool chlorine. Swimming in the pitch black, and floating around looking up at the stars...I miss the empty weightlessness of water, that it surrounds and is a part of. Bodies of water that didnt smell of sewage and waste. I'm not green planet hippie, but dont fuck with my water.
