well here is a heart tree, i came across one day. all ripped open and raw, its own saw dust at its roots. seemed violent and sad and and poetic. just standing there in the middle of a little patch of green, barely a park. in between footpaths, flanked by roads, bounded by houses and passed by busses and dogs off leashes. but i had somewhere else to be and no time to contemplate the meaning of it all.
