I can’t feel my heart anymore. It’s risen with the wind and flies like a forgotten kite. Slowly pulling on the knot that connects itself to me harder and harder. Until one day, it breaks free. Leaving me, empty like a cup. I’ll try my best to fill this cup with different things. Things that remind me of the way my heart’s soft carrier once perfectly fit into the hollow of my chest. Like an egg and its shell. Things that don’t have the smallest of senses to even try to fit. Because my empty is not theirs to fit into. I’ll get upset at their not trying. I’ll become confused at the gaps created by their not fitting, and I’ll put more in, to feel as though the space is filling. When in reality, I now rattle with every step. Like a maraca filled with everything that doesn’t belong. It’s a beautiful sound, heartbreak. One everyone knows all too well. One everyone is comfortable with enough to let sing. Because if you listen close enough, its song isn’t all about loss. If you listen close, you’ll hear a song celebrating the fact that there was even something special enough to cause this much vacancy in the first place.

I miss my heart.

I miss loving.

I haven’t loved in a while.

Definitely loved this dog though, actually. Shoutout