I can feel your heart beat inside of mine. We grow spontaneously, we grow together. Indirect contact won't repair an abdomen void of its necessary parts. Doubly hard in this space-time continuum we're trapped in, you and me - but what to call it? A tragedy, hardly. An accident, maybe. Unfortunate, most definitely. Can you feel my heart beat when you're there? It's not a pulse, it's not a thump, it's nothing really. God it really is so empty, isn't it? That's exactly what I was afraid of, a soulless chest, an empty cavity where whatever you think should be there is not. But if it's not, but if I'm empty, then I lied when I promised I wasn't. I am. Sociopathy at it's finest. Can you feel my heart beat when you're near? It's a pretty loud silence between us.
Soundtrack:
She & Him - Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?
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