Exploded View (P for KJ)

It’s rumored that Mary Shelley 
kept her beloved’s calcified heart on her writing desk.

Someone in Lawrenceburg, Kentucky
called upon this blog...
Is it you?

I wish I could share music with you.
And other stuff, like life and laughs.
Especially poetry and books. 

I want to stop tracking this blog.
So I have no idea if you read it still.
But I will never stop writing this stuff.
Despite attempts to quit the thought of you.

Oh well, some windows never close.
Some hearts stay on desks.