A heart. The heart. The human heart. It should be warm, pumping blood and full of life. As peculiar as it sounds, I think I've misplaced mine. Truthfully, it's probably taking a break from me. Heartache, judgement, stress. Nobody wants to cope with that. It's odd. I feel nothing. Well, this empty feeling visits me often, but I still haven't become accustomed to it. I often ponder why it is I feel this way or how I can mend this broken down emotional rollercoaster. If there is one conclusion all of these fragmented thoughts have brought me to, it would be the fact that the worst thing one could possibly do is care about someone else more than them self. People come and go as they please, but you're the only one who will stay in your life...only because you have no choice. Not crying over the past or what could have been. Not dreaming or dying for the future. Just making the most of each and everyday as it passes, slowly working for the next. I know where I want to go and who I want to be. Whether or not you choose to be a part of that picture does not tarnish my serenity