Heart failure is a powerless position. I'm a problem solver. So I'm trying to figure out what to do. I guess the power is in compliance.
It's so odd to realize a day arrives when your body works against you and becomes both the enemy and its torture.
Why post this shit? Because I can't walk into the street and scream and the jitters are forcing the ejaculation.
And I know I'm running out of time.
Too soon my heart will beat me to death; too soon the sounds of my broken heart will become rote. How much longer before my heartbreak provides a soundtrack to a beaten path?