Where do broken hearts go?
Along the boulevard of broken dreams, sitting, staring blankly the horizon and hoping a caring hand to take you where do broken hearts go ? I know one common place most broken hearts go. A place where they can find privacy but not peace, a temporary shelter to comfort a bleeding heart , it’s the bedroom and a pillow. I am sure every pillow has its own story to tell, of broken promises, failed relationship of endless nights of sobs and tears . Every room witness different stories of happiness, sorrow, triumph and sad goodbyes. A place anyone would run to, whenever we want to escape from reality of this world. Along the beach, watching seabirds fly while listening to the waves where no one hears you cry. Waiting for the sun to set until darkness spread and no one see your tears. I am sure even the sand knows if the tears that fall down express sadness or happiness. Even a seagull knows to distinguish who among the crowd is solitary by heart. The sunray knows to point a...