The nadir of the heart

It seems we all live in a boundless noodle of love and secret sentimental eager, kept away in the nadir of the heart. The inquisitional look sometimes digs too deep, a simple whisper might show a lost love or a life lost for a love quest. The fear or shame of being revealed builds a colossal defense mechanism around the deepest feelings. But with matters of the heart, the human being is weak and predictable. A Silent moment…a forced broken smile, invisible tears…the slip is noticed when the heart breaks. There’s not enough strength to resist the pain when love is reject, it seems the body awakes from an eternal numbness and enters to gloominess.

It seems we are never alone in this life, there’s always someone that digs us. If we love and laugh, someone is going to weep and be heart-broken.

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