i tell my tía that it is too soon and i should not trust it until my heart has beat out many more times and the clock has spun round, and around, and around.
my tía tells me that i am being stupid, that i have never listened to anyone anyway and if i made it this far and liked it, why would i start listening now.
“clocks and numbers are things men made up,” she says, “and your heartbeat counts life, not seconds. if your skull is too thick for you to hear your heart at peace, then go chase down the things that keep it racing, so you can be sure that it is there.”
-///- yes, tía. grey.b