Heart of Glass

You know that thing in your chest that goes, "bumpbump, bumpbump" well it turns out that that little thing is very vulnerable. Unfortunately mine is usually buried in a deep black whole, surrounded by barbwire, and guarded by a three headed dragon, however sometimes it comes out to play. It just seems to have really bad luck when its away from home. so again it crawls back down, deep where it will stay, in hopes that one day someone will unlock the path to it, fight the evil that surrounds it and pry open the sharp barbwire that have cut so many to find it.

Until then, i will be content with being alone. There is nothing wrong with it, a matter of fact I enjoy it. All I need is to feel that little thing in my chest go "bumpbump bumpbump" to remind me that i can still love and I am still alive.