today i met a woman in her 70's who had had a heart transplant. she has the heart of a fifteen year old girl who died in a car accident. the mother of this girl said that she loved pepsi and pot. the newly alive woman began to drink a good amount of pepsi until the noticeable weight difference made her want to stop. i didn't ask about the pot. she said she now wakes up with no pain, none of the aches that come with age. she's got teenage energy. she has a piece of someone's life inside of her own. her body accepted this foreign wealth of life. her heart beats and beats courtesy of a girl with no pulse and no need for a heart anymore. you're born and you die. you live until you die. and death can breed life and life keeps blowing my mind