Heart to Heart

I woke up this morning at 3:16,
and everything was dark, and quiet, and cold, and beautiful.

And I could hear my heart beat,
and I wondered what it would say if it jumped out if my chest and lay next to me on my bed,
and we had a little "heart to heart".

It would say get up and figure out how to get into college because mom cant hold your hand forever.

And get your grades up or you're not even getting in to that college at all!

And get over your fear of heights because what if Billy really does jump off that cliff, would you do it too?

And go talk to that girl you've had a crush on since last March because the worst thing you could get is a no.

And hug your mom because she loves it even if you think you're too big for it.

And stop spending all of your money, invest and save because someday you'll wish you could buy gas instead of that little Cesar's you had at midnight just because you were bored.

And follow your dreams, if you want to be a poor writer and just live off the poetry and free drinks after the slams that's all the riches you'll need.

And start writing everything down so you have stuff to write about on your blog

And stop procrastinating your homework and go to bed before 9 every once in a while.

And read a book or two or seven

And clean your room, were you raised in a barn?


Then he would stand up and look me in the eyes,


And always follow your heart because inside is what matters most.


The heart has its reasons which reason knows not. --Blaise Pascal