A beat of the heart can only be heard and be felt by the person who owns it. A beat that goes “lubb-dubb”…it goes on and on until that person is still alive but how come mine stopped even if I’m still breathing? Am I bluffing? How would you know? I own the heart that discontinued distributing blood to every parts of the body…but how come I am still here? Writing?!
My heart stopped humming it’s beat not just long ago…a man came and give excitement to it and right after he left, it seems it can’t find any reason to humm at all! That poor organ still waits for the coming of that guy but as it waits it becomes weaker and weaker each day until it comes to a day that it’s too frail to be a healthy organ at all! Am I being to pathetic? Well-maybe I am!
Without a heart, a person can’t be called human…so what am I now? I guess I can be called a zombie! A creature that lives by the darkness, seeking for people who are alive and bringing nuisance to them. A creature that is just alive by the outside but dead cold in the inside. A person who lost its will to live and its existence is just a mere fraud of formality.
Thy humm will be heard someday..if someone is too brave enough to try and reawaken it…
