I’ve lost my heart a long time ago. I don’t have most of it anymore. I broke it into pieces and gave it away.
Funny but I noticed that the more I give away the pieces, the bigger it seemed to get. I mean, I’ve given away so much but I still have some pieces left. I always have pieces left. It makes me wonder how many million pieces it broke into.
Five years ago I left a part of my heart somewhere in Region XI. I lived for years with only part of my heart until two years ago when I “accidentally” left a huge chunk somewhere in the cold mountains of northern Luzon. Now I’m not sure where most of it are but I think I left it somewhere around here…
It’s a place known for this…
Over the years, as I slowly give pieces of my heart away I realized something. When you give out pieces of your heart, it doesn’t make it broken or less of a heart. In fact, the more pieces you give away the bigger it seemed to get. I’m not sure how this works but I don’t think this follows any scientific principles. It’s probably math right? I don’t understand math that much and only math gives me this queasy, nauseous feeling and this feels like math to me.
So now my heart is everywhere. Blown by the very same wind that brought me to the places I have loved without reserve and to the people who got some of the pieces although I distinctly remember not giving them any.
PMA Silent Drill 02.2014.
*nope, this is not the one we’re talking about.*
My heart is gone. It now belongs to the world. It belong to the places I’ve been to and the people I met along the way. Or at least most of it. I still have some pieces left, would you like one?