Unbroken hearts for unimaginative pussies… had to go here

as spontaneous counterpoise to my previous post,
none could do better than one of my closest, Anna:
Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Unbroken hearts for unimaginative pussies…

Who do you know whose heart is not broken in some way?
Do you want to know someone with a whole heart?
We are our pain, every one of us.

Our scars and battle wounds are what make us more real…
more recognizable to each other.
When you join two pieces of clay together you have to score each side,
rough it up so that when you press them together they have something to hold onto,
places where they can fold together and can be sealed to make a strong join.

I believe that once broken, there is no going back to a whole heart.
The people and events that cause the breaking never leave us… not really.
I do not think that this is as sad or as melancholy as it may sound.
I prefer the wounded, deep, tried, healed over…
give me substance every time. I despise an unbroken heart.
It implies lack of depth, lack of life.. a grotesque apathy.
I have no end in sight for this monologue,
merely a few (2 or 3 hundred) thoughts on the matter…
It is after all, an unfinished topic with me.