My Heart.

I feel it being successful at it's main purpose; keeping me alive. There's moments I find myself in the midst of chaos stopping to listen.

I remember I'm working. I remember everything is okay.

How many times to people in this lifetime confess to their heart being broken? Maybe it's not our hearts that's broken, maybe it's our hopes. Maybe it's actually the embarrassment of the hopes we once had. Maybe it's the fact we now have better hopes for ourselves.

Maybe that's why our hearts pump so fearlessly; because maybe our hearts did break, but they never stopped.