In Time...

Everybody's heart has a certain number of beats in it. I think we all get that. The watches on our wrists an the clocks on our phones are there to remind us even when we try to forget. But what surprises me is how people don't get that every heart has a certain amount that it's going to take to fill it up.

Time makes sense to us. We sit around with the understanding that every second ticks away and doesn't come back . But all that while so many of us don't want to admit that there is this vast chamber in our heart that's never been full. They never take the hint. That emptiness might not mean there's something wrong. That emptiness just means there's something more.

There's more. I'll keep looking for it. You'll keep logging on. I'll send a little beacon out past where I know. Past where I know, but off to some place i'm sure is there. Probably the same place these words go every time I click that little, yellow publish button. But there are only so many ticks. And I'm wiling to take that chance.