By Sara Giles, Writer
September 1, 2016
There must be more to a body than just a carcass or else we’d all be rotten.
What keeps my heart beating? How do you stand?
Science can explain it but what begins it?
And why when it leaves do we begin to decompose?
The answer must be that what mattered in the first place was not to be held in our fingers but something else inside of us. Something beautiful and magical that soars when it finds love and floats low when it loses it.
Something that does not see with your eyes or indulge in primitive desires.
Something that moves on after you but always keeps what you let it have.