# I Think My Heart Is Still Broken

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- Token ID: [17920](https://etherscan.io/nft/0x2963ba471e265e5f51cafafca78310fe87f8e6d1/17920)
- Contract: [0x2963ba471e265e5f51cafafca78310fe87f8e6d1](https://etherscan.io/address/0x2963ba471e265e5f51cafafca78310fe87f8e6d1) (ERC-721)
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## Description

The colors in this image are inspired by the emotions of this poem; Distant drums,
              Vibrations from the future.
              A hundred moons away,
              Twice the hurdles in wait.
              Oh but you will dance,
              This is the dance.

This poem Is set in the days after the poem;
                                                     I think my heart is broken,
                                                     Not in the way things shatter,
                                                     Not in "the broken clock is still right 
                                                     twice a day",
                                                     Not in the "refuse to get out of bed",
                                                     I think my heart, like a system that 
                                                     should multitask, is broken,
                                                     Because it has refused to feel more 
                                                     emotions than love.

                                                     I think my heart is broken,
                                                     I have begged it to loathe you,
                                                     My head has also tried to convince it 
                                                     why you’re no good for or to me,
                                                     I would have thought the scars it has 
                                                     suffered would be lessons enough.
                                                     I think my heart is broken,
                                                     Else, why wouldn’t it hate you?

                                                     I think my heart is broken,
                                                     It only leaps at the thought of you,
                                                     I want it to remember how you 
                                                     robbed it of its warmth and my head 
                                                     of its sanity.
                                                     I think my heart is broken
                                                     At least it is evident in its obvious 
                                                     short memory.
                                                     Hearts hold grudges, so why 
                                                     wouldn’t mine?

                                                     I think my heart is broken,
                                                     A treacherous little thing it has 
                                                     become,
                                                     How could it yearn for you so much 
                                                     when all you do is draw blood?
                                                     I think my heart is broken, because it 
                                                     has blatantly refused to feel more 
                                                     emotions than love.

It is a image representation of the synopsis in real time, in there is a drive, in there is a crash. Once in there I dont see myself in the frame, only outside of when I imagine to be in it.

The checkered patterns struggle to group perpectives in negating pairs that are often lost in velvety seas of participating emotions. When lost, they each become just another one of the colors.

The conversation is; how many more colours do we have to see to question why we are still stuck in only the blackness and whitness of things without losing respect for why they matter together.

Data from GONDI (https://www.gondi.xyz), Nov 5, 2026.