A child, unfinished and raw.

Some say they can hear the beating of her heart from miles away, others are so used to the sound it no longer stands to reason. She was born this way, you know, with a heart too profound to fit inside her chest. And so she drags it along day after day, where it becomes bruised and bloodied. I wonder…..is it better to possess a tiny heart, one too small to feel the smallest of empathies, or one too big where even a rustling leaf can cause it harm?

 

-Jade Black