The heartbreaks which makes you feel like someone pierced your heart, ripped it out and placed it on your. hands; the pinnacle of life where you decide to be heartless for the rest of your life by building a wall so any pain can’t get through again or you decide to place it back and leave it to heal. After all I’m no Davy Jones to bury it.
These two were my choices when I had my heartbreak.
I chose to place it back where it belonged and to find the remedy eventually while the scars of past still haunt me and give me pinch of pain time to time. .
I enjoyed the feeling of how it begun to heal thus I placed my hands inside my pockets and started to take this walk of life.