Action. Busied life throws its most every day to day to day. Thick folders with pointy edges, freshly printed forms and files. Utmost distraction offered, yet heart remains untouched. Wrapped up already by its own. Undeclared striving. Yearning without articulation. The soul aches while the body resigns to labor and life.
Then a glimpse. Ribbon red in the peripheral vision for a half moment. Reflexive love. Prefrontal cortex fights back as heart surges up to blood brain barrier, puncturing through…
