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,
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:
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
After all, it has no value!
Oh! It feels so light and boring…but SAFE!!!