Heart Beats All Around

Yesterday I started Anatomy for my EMT class. We were studying the heart and lungs. I hate that my classmates find it mundane because the connection of the circulatory and respiratory systems is probably one of my favorite thing about the human body. I find the alveoli fascinating. I mean, I do have an alveoli tattoo after all. I just think it's so beautiful how well the heart and lungs work together, complimenting each other in a perfect symbiosis. I guess it's just me.

Last night reminded me of a dream I had a while back. I dreamt that there was a guy and his heart and all of his main veins and arteries were outside of his body, but they were on the wrong side (well, technically they were on the right). The heart and such were attached to his body with medical tape and when you touched them he bled, but it wasn't hurting him. He wasn't dying, there was no arterial spray...he just oozed blood anytime he was touched. I kept feeling like I was hurting him the entire time. I was afraid to touch him, but he just kept saying that he was okay.

Idiotic Things I wrote to You:

"This book reminds me of you. I think because I find it to be profound and when I'm around you I keep having these small, but seemingly profound moments. I haven't felt that way in a while. It's nice. It makes me want to write and I havenm't written in a while. You are a breath takingly beautiful person. I don't mean just aesthetically... I mean, when I think about you I find myself holding my breath...in a good way." It seems I've found myself a muse. She makes me wish that I still had my polaroid camera and they still produced polaroid film that was reasonably priced and not outrageously hard to find except online. I want to take grainy, softly lit, nostalgic looking pictures of her smile and the way the sunlight bounces off her hair in depictions of endless summertime. I want to touch her always. I've got it bad.