The heart is the essence of all that lives. Red waves of spirit flow through its veins. It tears but it always finds it way back to together.  Sometimes it wanders from all it knows and loses its way.  It is swallowed up into the darkness.  The darkness wrapping its fear around it, asphyxiating it.  With each passing breath, the red waves slowly drift away. Be still my heart the darkness whispers.  Heart beats no longer heard. But the heart, ever so elusive, breaks free. Run. This is not the end.