Broken heart, I say, isn’t real. Because it’s not a piece of marble which can be smashed and scratched. It is not a branch which wind can squeeze until it loses its support. It’s not a bone which you can hit and make a crackling sound.
It is flesh, beating and continues beating. It’s a rhythm that’s half real, the rest you can’t see. It is a container that holds emotions and encapsulates the unspeakable.
It cannot be broken.
Or at least that’s what I believe.
(Yet who am I to trust.)
Sragen, February 3rd, 2021
Translated on February 4th, 2021