There is no end of things in the heart Someone once told me that She came from a poem she believed in. She understood it to mean that if you took something to heart, that really brought it inside those red velvet folds and then it would always be there for you. No matter what happened, it would be there waiting. She said this could mean a person, a place, a dream, A mission. Anything sacred. She told me that it is all connected in those secret folds. Always it seem a beautiful connection. It is all part of the same and will always be there, carrying the same beat as your heart. I am twenty years old and I believe it. At night when I try to sleep but can’t, that is when I know it. It is when all the pathways seem to connected and I see the people I have loved and hated and helped and hurt. I see the hands that reach for me to help me. I hear the beat and see and understand what I must do. I know my mission and I know there is no turning away or turning back. And it is in those