Verbs

My feral heart instigates these emotions that run rampid through my cerebral enterprise. I read once that your heart actually contains single cells with memory. They said a heart transplant recipient remembered the face of the spouse of the donated heart and fell in love with her; again.

I'm elated that I know myself well enough to really know I'm happier alone. I'm grateful that with as long as it took chasing things I never intended on keeping that there isn't a great place of disdain for the time lost. I had a lot of fun being with other people but it was never intended to be lifelong. And all that valuable me lost in attempting to meet someone else's needs, which are typically endless, I could be scorn.

I want to jump out of more planes. My soul craves that adrenalin. It's a bear that has finally awoke from a lifelong hibernation and it's yearning for escapades. Starving for life. I'm a learning junkie and how else do you learn in life without experiencing it?

I must fly. I'm being thrown out of the nest and am traveling at alarming speeds. Or as Tom Petty would say.. I'm falling, free falling.