Yesteryear Fiction

Tunnel in my Heart
By Jacob Rennings


There is a tunnel in my heart which leads to a vista of beauty, a place where the swirling vortex of chaos embraces the soul, makes sweet love to the senses and spawns all of possibility in its wake. There is a tunnel in my heart which leads me back to myself, my core, the me that resides hidden within me. There is a tunnel in my heart, and I know it will never lead me to a plane where I cannot thrive. My tunnel is my path, and though I never know where it might lead me, I always know the way.


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Jacob Rennings lives on a houseboat and sells lawnmower blades.