Thoughts

Hearts.

Why even have a heart if the only impactful memories are when it is broken? Or better yet, why have one when everyone steps on it, even yourself from time to time. It's as if happiness and joy are myths kids would tell around the campfire. "yeah, I saw a joy running through the woods once!" (even though they never did.) It's this simple hope that one day we'll find someone who values us as a diamond, that is why we go through this pain. However, for some of us, there is no one like that. Some of us aren't made to be diamonds. We're just coal. Or graphite, used to communicate with a fluidity of emotion in any art-form we see fit. Either way, we're not kept forever. Coal burns into nothingness, and when lead runs out in a pencil, usually that pencil is thrown away. But there is always a silver lining, all three of these are simply carbon. So with that in mind, some of us may never seem as important as diamonds. But, we're all composed of the same boring material. And we've all got hearts.