I am secure if I keep my heart deep down inside me protected. Caged by my ribs, doored by my sternum tucked in mediastinum, insulated with visceral fat in between the lungs. And so I thought. As long as it beats the regular rhythm and rate I think it is okay.
There’s a beast out there that prey upon unattended heart, in a cold cold ice. It's open for destruction. I never leave my heart alone, therefore there is no chance people can steal it away. And I am not sure if I’m making a right decision.
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