Sick at Heart

I love your heart.

I want to know how to go to work do my job well, come home from work and still be normal.

Well maybe I am not normal. Anyway I am just experiencing some random weepiness, and that is not to mean that I can not work when things potentially go badly; and remain emotionally intact. I know I can.

To say that though is to assertain that I am somehow special and I am not.

Oh look at that heart above. It looks like a fat heart. It was not meant to be that fat.

It just ended up that way.

It ended up a selfish fat heart.

I hope I am not like that.

And what about the diseases of the heart?

There are so many.