Late Night Stroll

I wish hearts aren’t as precious and fragile. Don’t you wish we had plastic balloon for hearts? That way, hearts need not be rouge, red or crimson. That way, it would be easier to let go of all that hurt bursting at the seams of our hearts.  That way, all it would take is to puncture it a little and all that negativity inside would just disappear and become invisible monsters floating in the air. That way, we don’t have to go through life with a beat-up heart. That way, we can throw away our mended hearts, blow ourselves a new plastic balloon heart, and enjoy the prospects that come with a clear and innocent heart.

Just sayin’.

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