Is Your Heart Broken, Like A Sweater

Was it the ice cube that cracked the ship or was it all the emotions aboard? People forever feeling things, forever such a long time. Is it the tears that dampen the tissue used to soak up the feelings or is that wetness coming from the intensity of the action that is causing the people to erupt like a volcano into an atmosphere of change. Is it the action of feet walking over and through fires that indeed make them sore, or the constant thought of moving forward, the strain on the entire body… pushing those feet in new directions that indeed bring on the actuality of it’s pain. Do our hearts break? Is there a moment we were feel a crack right in half, does the rest of our body send blood or empathy to the heart to relieve it of this pain, is their a heartbreak doctor, we call, not a soulful singer but is there an actual license to fixing a broken heart. Have we compared our heart to something that breaks, but what exactly… everything can break; glass, rocks, houses, noses, feet, and sweaters. Is your heart broken like a sweater, thread slowing fraying, one by one? Is your heart broken like a nose, all bloody and twisted, all black and blue? Is your heart broken like a toaster; in fact is your heart toast? Kaput. The quality of emotion flooding parts of the mind, leaving it dry and blank. The irony of the impact of words to the surface, creeping into the depths of places you didn’t realize could be reached. The moves people are waiting to play in a game you weren’t prepared for. The rule book in the fire, everything goes, no uniform required. You’ve got to be committed, they’ll take you for all you’ve got and by the looks of it, you don’t have much to lose.