tiny eruptions on the chest

they appear to be a small part of your day to day but without it, the soul wouldn’t have a home to live in. pumping at just the right speeds, it’s always working, no vacations, no coffee breaks, no sick leaves. 

but like all things important in life, you don’t realise its value and how much it truly speaks. 

it speaks volumes about you. 

when you lie next to someone you love, place your head on them and listen to the tiny eruptions on their chest. it’s the most beautiful faint thing you’ll listen to. the music of their emotions and feelings. 

a minute of quietness only interrupted by the repeated beats of someone’s reason to exist. you’ll love it. the peacefulness is unchallenged and quite frankly the most powerful inducer of emotions. 

that one minute you’ll feel like you’ve never been that close to a soul before.
that one minute, you’d die for that one minute again.
that one minute, everything that doesn’t fade into the beats, just vanish: their voice, their body, every external beat that isn’t from inside that chest. 

the problem with this one minute? it ends. and once it really really ends, it’s gone.