Imagine that you had a vital organ donated from a deceased stranger whom you will never ever meet nor be able to express your gratitude. This is by far the most important person in your life (apart from your mother). You two are so hopelessly distant as if you lived in different dimensions. Yet there is this palpable overlapping making the difference between the two of you blur until only unity remains.
If you weren't careful in biology classes and the donated organ is heart you might falsely assume that you now love through somebody else's heart.
Who are you, then?
"Your heart is in me and it's racing so fast now"
Imagine that you had a vital organ donated from a deceased stranger whom you will never ever meet nor be able to express your gratitude. This is by far the most important person in your life (apart from your mother). You two are so hopelessly distant as if you lived in different dimensions. Yet there is this palpable overlapping making the difference between the two of you blur until only unity remains. If you weren't careful in biology classes and the donated organ is heart you might falsely assume that you now love through somebody else's heart. Who are you, then?