Blabbering Heart

This heart had never thudded before this way;loud and rebellious. 

I am feeling it. I am listening it. 

"Is it anxious?"

"Is it nervous?" 

"Is it demanding?" 

"What is it doing?" 

Even the heart doesn't have an answer. But I can see it running. Running, as if it wants to catch something. 
"No, not something." 

Actually it wants to catch this time and own it. It just wants to hold this flow; this surge, this presence. 

"Has this heart gone mad?"
No, it hasn't as it's not a rational being. This heart doesn't have brains. 
"Has it become selfish?"
Yes, it might have. Otherwise, it wouldn't desire to hold this moment. 
"No, actually it's not selfish at all." 
In reality, this heart knows how it's difficult to bring a halt in whatever is going on. It's just being fearful; fearful of losing what it cherishes now. It's scared to be alone again because if it lets the time fly, it would take away the company, this present.