Instead, i feel:
My heart folding upon itself to become the tiniest occupant;
Like helium trying it's best to fill a constrained space without bursting;
My throat rejecting the very elixir keeping it alive.
I also feel:
As if my soul is slowly overtrimmed by an enthusiastic gardener;
Like a fireplace flame trying to outlive its wood;
My legs bringing me to places with dusty memories.
So no, i don't feel broken-hearted at all.
I feel more than that.
