the reward for the endurance of your beating heart will come to a stand before you…

Impulse will compel you to turn around to face all that has occurred in the past… yet the fear of it all coming back to haunt you grasps every nerve ending of the body and petrifies every limb…

      Thoughts of each and every near death experience in which you lived to tell the tales of your broken heart, gently closes the eyes as you begin to paint over them utilizing the darkness of those moments left within…

Standing in darkness is you… And inside of you is the urge to open your eyes… To see who is touching your heart that is no longer broken.