It was waiting to be opened like a bud in spring. Wound tightly within itself until the time to blossom. Slowly, change happens. The energy builds within until it can no longer be contained. The words are spoken and heard.
One heart, fully open, waits to see what abounds from the energy it released in bloom. While the other feels a slight bump; is still tightly wound waiting for its time to bloom.
It tries to blossom yet fails. The earth upon which it is planted is firm and kempt. The water and nutrients abundant. Will it die within itself all wrapped and safe or will it explode with life and shine in his sun? ~twt~
The Whispered Thought 