How does one live without their heart?
When you have lost it, what is there that keeps you going? How do you breathe? Are you even alive anymore? When all you feel is hollowness, an emptiness so big it’s like an abyss?
Do you keep breathing? When you wake up everyday and know that the inside of your chest is a hollow bottom? The hole so deep there’s no end? You keep that smile on your face and let everyone think you got it all under control when inside it’s like a raging storm?
How do you live when you know that your heart is lost? Do you still live or are you just going through the motions like an animal? With no purpose or destination?
When the storm rages on and you plaster a smile on your face so they don’t see your weakness, your fear running so deep it’s a pit of blackness; is that the part you are living for?
