like a pulse
like a beat
a small, tiny beat... hear it?!
it races through my veins

like a pulse,

like... a ...beat,
a faint, ...uneven ...beat
it...it ...still ...remains

let me take one memory
erase it from my brain
let me snuff that memory
where...It ...still remains

--

consider:

have you been like the forrest

ravaged by the wildfire,

which ran unchecked, unruled, unforgiving

through and through? sorching, burning, destroying

everything, everything. all lost.

consider:

the first green buds that bloom there among the charred death bed

they come, they grow even where it looks

like no life will ever live again

so, do we hate the little buds?

do we resent them? no....

we nurture them, we wimper

"grow" ...

then... more fervently....

we whisper...we whisper...

"grow!"

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i think bella knew from the very beginning,

jacob was better