a heart is a hard thing to carry
a heart is not an easy thing to take care of. unlike plants or animals or apartments or even bodies.
sometimes, the heart feels like a shadow. a wound that sucks all the light from the sky. other days, it feels like a prison. or a paperweight that weights approximately 10000 pounds, and those are the days you can’t get up and do things. instead, you walk through the city in a shadowy haze — like fuck, why was I born with such a heavy thing in my body. why does it like to swim in darkness, why does it love to torture me like this, and then you go through small circles of swimming in black water, until you either drown and die, or the sun comes out and evaporates everything in a second. let’s see.