Inconsistent to a heart beat

So, I have a heart beat that I can feel in the palm of my hand  and I've always wondered at its inconsistent rhythms

and I've always wondered why I feel like I can just fall into my shadow because its alone and quiet in itself...

If love is just a chemical reaction then is it just a science rather than a complication or is it a complicated

science? If dreams are just an illusion what is the reality? Solitude seems to be my only guide, I am without

social grounds but then again I always feel that something isn't in place like a missing puzzle piece where all

the pieces are the same color.

Reviews

[Blackwood]

interesting...i can feel the life in this piece, the humanity of the confusion and the mealoncholy being very innocent while the detached observation of it brings the additional second person layer. A layer which by its coldness makes the poem leave a slight stark and inorganic taste in the mouth.
Its depth leaves me wanting more in order to see where the tale is going, but you have successfully begun and concluded the topic, therefore allowing it to stand on its own.