How do you balance a checkbook with a broken heart?
How do you balance a checkbook with a broken heart? You can’t balance a broken heart. It simply won’t stand on its own. It won’t work on its own. The tightest hug can hold it together for a moment, but when the arms release, the crack push wide open again, and the red gooey sludge pushes its way back out, onto the floor, or walls, or doors, or pictures frames, anything that you touch becomes residue. Anxiety sets in. what if it never fixes? What if…
Hope. That sence of possibility. Not having, not getting, but the anticipation of your desire. Sometimes you wake up on the right side of the bed, and you get a nice, light open loving sunshine feeling. What if you could memorize that feeling, and every morning, remind yourself what it felt like, and think about it until you can feel it again? What if you could trick yourself in to feeling healthy, happy, satisfied, and inspired? What if you just simply made believe that these things were true, everyday? Every single day, you start over thinking about anything that is good, and building from there.
It’s December in the tropics, and I bought a coat, but I’m waiting for a day to need it. It’s a stylish jacket, and I really want to wear it, but it’s still just a little to warm.
Hope. That sence of possibility. Not having, not getting, but the anticipation of your desire. Sometimes you wake up on the right side of the bed, and you get a nice, light open loving sunshine feeling. What if you could memorize that feeling, and every morning, remind yourself what it felt like, and think about it until you can feel it again? What if you could trick yourself in to feeling healthy, happy, satisfied, and inspired? What if you just simply made believe that these things were true, everyday? Every single day, you start over thinking about anything that is good, and building from there.
It’s December in the tropics, and I bought a coat, but I’m waiting for a day to need it. It’s a stylish jacket, and I really want to wear it, but it’s still just a little to warm.
Labels: balance, heartbroken, life, love, what if
posted by Dr. Rock Solomon at
3:32 AM
1 Comments:
Dr. Someone broke your heart? I was pretty sure it was made of stone. You have no idea how long I have been longing to be a part of your life. You're in and out of mine and it kills me because although I enjoy and cherish the little bit of time you devote to me I wish I could have so much more of you, all of you. You gave it to someone else. You are without a doubt the sexiest, most talented, charming MAN I have ever come into contact with. I hope your heart is doing well, and if it's not please let me try to mend it. I wont ask to be your GF (God forbid I say the actual word and send you running for the hills) I wont ask for too much of your time, you can fake it all I don't care just throw me a bone Rock I'm crazy about you. I would love to be a part of your life. Even the most miniscule tiniest little part.
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