a heart worth keeping

another day, another heartbeat or two. these are the only reminders that there is a heart within me. it's been an interesting day, another day where not many things make sense except my heartbeat but only for the fact that I know it keeps me alive. a day where I feel nothing and yet everything acutely pokes at my heart. I am here, I am there. I am not my own. my heart beats. beats. beats. oh what is love but folly?