I heard from a movie, ‘glass, it’s better than ice,’ I thought about it while I use it on my next peg. Glass breaks, while ice melts… Which is better to wrap someone’s heart? If ice, your heart shuts, like cryogenics, someone can easily melt it with warmth, when it thaws, the heart beats again, yet the beating is no longer fresh, like thawed meat…
On the other side, if you place a heart in a glass, oh its beautiful to look at, but glass you can see it but you cannot touch what’s inside. Oh how tempting to break a beautiful glass and to touch what’s inside. What happens to the heart when you break it’s casing, it beats like how it was cuz it never stopped beating to begin with, but what happens to the person who broke the glass, there there, sitting by the corner nursing himself with the wounds from the shattered glass… oh the irony. so nice to put it in words… I could go on for days messing it up in my head…
Then I looked at my heart, how did I wrap it this time? I use to say I covered it up in snow, and it was for a time but someone thawed and revived it’s beating but broke every vain that keeps it alive… where is it now? Whole again, all the pieces back in my hands, mine, not cold anymore, feels more than ever… did I place it now in a glass? Hmmm… a lovely thought, but will I let anybody break its casing for me? When it will just hurt the one who tries to break it…
I hear another voice, calmer this time… ‘No, I will open it for you, not break, I will open it the way you placed it there…’
