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Sunday, September 27, 2009

The heart on strike

I'm on the brink of an emotional meltdown. Again. I can just feel it coming. Rushing through me. Breaking through carefully built walls and jumping over a crocodile infested moat. I tried to do my best. Like a nicely behaved doll. But I'm only human. Despite all my attempts to quarantine the heart sometimes it'll get the best of me. And now - for the time being - I'm overthrown.

3 comments:

Kepster said...

Maybe that´s the problem. The building of "walls". The heart is something that, no matter how hard you try, you´ll never be able to "quarantine"! It´ll always "feel" what it wants to feel, "hurt" when it´s gotta hurt, "love" when it´s gotta love. We´ve just gotta learn how to accept and embrace it. It´s WHO YOU ARE! Instead of more "walls" how about building a "bridge" or two? ;-) Keep smiling friend!

joana said...

Damn you for making me cry on a sunday morning!!

And thank you. For everything.

Kepster said...

:-)