120: Below the Surface

I lower myself into the bathtub until all but my face is submerged. Heartbeats fill my ears with dull thuds. Steady, one beat a time, it sings a rhythm I rarely take the time to listen to. I am always aware that it is there, that it pumps blood through my body, that it speeds up and slows down according to what I do, but it is in the back of my mind, along with the vague plan for things I might do in a month, or even in a year, and the thoughts of what I might have for breakfast tomorrow. It is always there, beating away. A year ago, a week ago, now, in a week, in a year. Despite the changes I have gone through, the heart remains the same.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad)