There comes a time in our life when we feel our hearts growing clod!
A heart is the source of life and passion; it is the indication of how we feel, as if it is triggered when we feel a rush of different emotions; happy, sad, afraid, secure, in love or in hate; it is all monitored and gauged by the heart.

The rush of intense emotions would cause the heart to beat faster, as if a hand crawls inside and gives it a squeeze; it tickles the whole inside of your being, and you feel it jumping up and down, causing your breath and words to be stuck in your throat, and then comes the calming feeling of relaxing after this effort, like a racer who just finished a marathon.

But what happens when your heart is no longer affected by anything?
Not a smile, not a touch, not a gesture, not a tear ... it just grows cold like a blue rose, frozen by the lack of emotions and feelings for a very long time ... nothing affects it anymore; it lost the color and texture of its true nature, and turned into something you don't recognize ...

A cold piece of stone that does a mechanical function, it gives life to vital organs, but the heart itself, lacks it

Irony? maybe, exaggeration? probably, but one I don't wish you to experience

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