Can a heartbeat matter to someone? In a world where she is losing hope and faith. Wondering if another heartbeat is out there searching for her. Or is her heartbeat a dying melody. Slowly fading into a distant memory. Like an iceberg waiting for a ship wreck. She feels lost and disconnected with the world. She is waiting for that heartbeat to connect with hers. As she hangs on to that rope of hope and faith. Her head swarming with so much painful and bitter sweet memories. Heart beating fast. Breath caught in her throat. Fingers cold and numb. As her shaky hand reaches her chest. Feeling her heartbeat. Closing her eyes she prays that other heartbeat can feel her. Her touch so soft, she hopes that person can feel and hear her heartbeat. She hopes her melody is heard to that one other heartbeat. Listening as it softly plays. Telling an untold story. A love note. Anything. My heartbeat is like a melody searching for her harmony.
