A Hearts Disease

I believe,
out there,
that there are those who feel too much.

From birth, they are blessed with a certain kind of hearts disease.

This disease intensifies, the older you get.

Adolescence is a strange time for these individuals,
because the disease begins to shine through.

A person may feel the wanting need to express themselves.

They have a surge of creative energy coursing through their veins,
but are unaware of particular outlets, to relieve the throbbing feeling.

In my experience, it only gets harder the older you get.

Like a sick tortured super power, you have to master a way to let it out.

For me it's channeling this energy into words.

Others find relief in painting, exercise, singing, dancing.

The possibilities are limitless.

I've witnessed many talents,
end in tragedy.

The easiest way through it,
is turning off that faucet.

I'll admit, that I've had a few bad days,
but ultimately, it's the new bold experiences that make it all worth it.

To love,
laugh,
sing,
dance,
express,
explore,
cry,
revive.

These are things telling us we're alive.

My fears of death are simple.

Though never said out loud,
I believe its final.

We take comfort during life,
that something better waits for us out there.

The cruelty us expressionists face is the reality of the situation.

This is it.

Our chance to make the best of the situation we are given.

It's probably why I feel the immense pressure, to deem notarity.

To know that the words and expressions within my head are not just an after thought.

Someone out there, reading this right now is feeling the pains in their heart,
that the rest of us carriers are burdened with.

That my life was not for naught.