Now I know why there are weeping willows in the heart, the rustled leaves, the empty coke can that juxtaposes itself merely due to its existence. There are brooms in the heart unused and broken that do not sweep up leaves but converse amongst themselves, idle and starry eyed. There sits the only girl out there whom is always danger of falling as she sits upon the desolate tree trunk that fashions itself through its growth, a saddle for her to ride upon or a sit to cradle her warmth.

Am I the trunk upon which she sits or am I the wind threatening to topple her off her throne that oversees our kingdom of love, are its citadels threatening to crumble, the walls starting to be sapped of its strength? Or is there added resistance and fortification found in our love that protects the city and its inhabitants, mindful and conscious beings of the heart.

Maybe there are people living in our heart, in our minds, in our souls that help us feel, that enable us to interact with the other beings that exist or don’t exist in this world of ours.

The Mormons are a crazy bunch but you just can’t help but wonder if their belief that there exists several parallel universes which have individuals which are mirrors of ourselves. Then you ask yourself, am I better mirrored or am I better facing a dull wall, an unreflective screen.

I’m better mirrored. I’m better mirrored in all of you girl