my_heart_is_inside_a_dying_animal raze "we're all dying," he said. "just at different speeds." so now is midway between spring and summer in the terminal illness we call living, before autumn leaves, long before the winter that will preserve what it wants in ice and leave the rest to waste away shivering. does the heart age with the body, or does it have its own system, like dog years? it could be that your heart lives and dies a thousand times before the body decides it's had enough. these are things i guess we find out when we're meant to. 140720 ... unhinged ennui it goes beyond being dumped, although that might have precipitated it. it goes beyond some interaction of brain chemicals and synapses. my heart cant handle anymore casual relationships but that seems to be all i can find. my heart is cracked into miniscule pieces from all the people i gave it to that didnt want it. 140720 what's it to you? who go blather from