What if someday the heart suddenly stopped the rhythm it makes and turn out it the thunder collapse inside the chest?
What if someday the heart numb itself between the sorrows rather than dancing with the joy?
What if the ears stopped listening to the sound of joyous heart instead they only feel the aching nerve in there?
What if someday the mind loose its conciousness thinking of its lost instead of love?
What if someday I will turn themselves blind for not looking for anyone?
What if someday the ears draw the curtains for all those voices so that it doesn't have to bear the same sorrow again?
What if someday that soul pulling energy turn out into the mundane wish of moving away from awkward silences?
What if someday the face which gleamed in darkness become the nightmare itself?
Would heart still does recognise things with its beat instead of face? Or it would just stop beating?
The heart might still recognise the person but its beat rather become the remainder of pain rather than joy.
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