Every movement and every beat of a heart has its own inspiration, its own reason and its own logic. It doesn’t matter whether it’s beating calmly or really fast, the music it creates is unreal. The music of a broken heart is much like the music of a broken record. Both never going to mend but craving to be healed, to be heard again, and to be loved again. A broken heart!! It feels like every breath taken is a reminder of the pain, and of the unhealed. The unstoppable stream of tears looks like permanent company of the broken heart. When will that betraying company leave? Only heaven knows. That journey they call healing looks like a long way ahead. When will it end?! When does it begin?! There is no ending or beginning, it’s just a course of life. It’s only a part of that broken beautiful being that heals. It’ll be known when it’s healed. It’ll be known when breathing doesn’t hurt. When a breath of fresh air will be enjoyed, it’ll be known that it’s healed.
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