Enthusiastic blood running through restrictive veins, asked the heart if it still felt the same as it did when it first vowed to rythmically sustain the life to which it is enslaved. The heart didn't answer, out of fear that at this late stage pondering the question might cause it's rhythm to change, ending the life it dutifully animates. The blood, running through another loop understood the position the heart just took without a need to elucidate any further. The heart is working hard, but not getting stronger. The life it placates does not properly care for the servant. The heart will give all, though, keeping enslaved a life that may well deserve it...

... A descriptive term, and an action taken became the roots of alter personalities used to carry the weight of the original indicating he was not going to be able to take it. Alien8.
It's a means to escape repetitive thoughts and maybe a fact that all parts of these immediate surroundings has gone so far off track a burning bridge would be no more than a well lit path. But, it wouldn't lead to any place I wasn't already at. Running against the wind, chasing my hat. A borrowed place to hang it, though I appreciate the humble rack.
© Alien.S