Hearts’ Paradoxes

A few hearts slightly reminding us of rocks.

They make us similar. The HUMAN RACE!!!

Millions of diamonds of various shapes and sizes,

The proof …

That at core we are unique!

The essence of our Hearts!

The reason we fall in love

With one person and not another!

What could they be made of, the hearts?

Some, of iron,

Other of gold

Perhaps some are of plastic and mimic platinum!

What is essential to stay alive? The material which made the hearts?

Not beautiful, but permanent in their ugliness,

or

Unique,

or

Common!

Fearless in their determination to continue

To tick without the horror that

The end is near!

If a heart stops, who cares,

If it was a rock, a diamond or plastic?

It mattered not:

Ugly, beautiful or boring,

Unique or common…

As long as it worked, it mattered not…

ONLY a hole could alert the outsiders

Of the lack of a heart…

A heartless human,

Anyone could detect:

Pale skin,

Bulging eyes,

Rigid body,

The nothingness of it all,

The hope of hopelessness,

The beauty of tasteless ugliness,

After all, is it a curse or a blessing

To have a heart?

Whispers, are they bring sadness, confusion, pain…

A hole could be more comfortable,

Endlessly boring but lasting safely!

Lifeless lives… A CONVENIENT PARADOX!!!

 

RIP— The useless holders of hearts,

By choice you turned the essence of

Your humanity into a hole!

You became a comfortable owner

No one may OWN a heart, but a hole could be owned

By anyone.

After all, it has no value!

Oh! It feels so light and boring…but SAFE!!!

 

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