Bloody thing. The heart. People say 'listen to it' and I have. What it is saying is not translatable. It is a foul mouthed, ill-tempered, erratic and erupting teenager. It is over keen, ill timed and inexplicably exhausted from doing nothing but sleeping. It is at it's most confusing in the early to mid morning, when it is either rumbling at the unexpected effort of being awakened or struggling to cope with the excitement of a new day. I suspect it is also angry with me for having kept it quiet and at bay for so long and yet, for not allowing it to rest or sleep properly. I owe this heart an apology....:
Heart, I am sorry,
With Love from your owner and with a burning desire (which I also apologise for) to do better.
Yours truly,
Heart, I am sorry,
With Love from your owner and with a burning desire (which I also apologise for) to do better.
Yours truly,
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