Hello

Miss the local by a heartbeat, watch the express trains ricochet past, count your late minutes. You run so quickly through your days that you forget your hunger, forget your checklists, forget the small voice at the base of your heart and what it keeps trying to say. I haven’t the time now, you tell it, but you know that is only a half truth. You haven’t the strength, you haven’t the courage, you know what it’s trying to say and you’re not yet ready to hear it. 

But don’t worry. The heart will wait. The heart outlasts every defense you set up before it. Don’t let that scare you. 

Let that give you hope.