Sunday Scribblings # 277 Distant

When I think of distant, I think of distant hearts. Cousins of the lonely hearts, they have someone to call their own but their hearts just aren't in it. Day and night they yearn for more while their "beloved" sleeps beside them. On the phone they lie to their girlfriend or boyfriend keeping the stolen kiss that should never of happened buried deep inside them. Distant hearts, oh wicked hearts, why can't you be happy with what you've got? Then sun is shining, the earth is green and all the world is singing with the happy hearts who've found their mates. Black hearts, you foolish hearts why don't you try a little harder and forget yourselves in favor of another. Another heart that beats to the tune of loneliness as it's kept shut out from yours. "It's not good enough, not strong enough, it never gives me what I need." So caught up in your own wants, your selfish needs that you forget your heart isn't the only heart trying to feel love. Cast off your selfish disdain your brawling love oh loving hate and open your distant heart. Bring it back from the island of misunderstood and forge the bridge to inside it. I bet you'll see once it's been done that life is so much more worth living, than the distant hearts that cry for more and bury deep inside them.