"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

-Anais Nin

My heart has been beating at different rhythm lately. It likes to speak to me mostly when I feel anxious. It wears my face as a mask in the romantic play of my life. Feeling scared and vulnerable in the world, I have kept it as a prisoner in the cage of my ribs. I can tell that it's tired of living off the old stories that my mind feeds it to keep it from growing. But now I find comfort in its syncopated beat, knowing that the off beats are just as important to make me feel complete and whole inside.