just a thought: #6

by iren monkey

is it possible for a heart to sincerely tire of love?  to the point where you can no longer feel the slightest of butterflies in the most perfect of bonds?  to have run out of pieces of yourself that you couldn’t give even the smallest sliver of your soul to someone truly deserving?  i’d love to be the hypocrite to say that the heart is a regenerating muscle with a never ending capacity and superhuman strength, but i can’t deny the fact that we are merely mortals — too human to endure a constant replay of agonizing memories that broke us into so many piecesso is it possible?  the answer doesn’t look too promising for any of us…