“So, long-live the car-crash hearts.
Cry on the couch until the poets come to life -
Fix me in 45.”

Those words inspire me. “Long-live the car-crash hearts” - the ones of us who have so much sensitivity in our soul, so much more than the normal person. I feel connected to every person who has gone through life with a broken soul…who feels so much that it becomes a burden, a risk. If not surrounded by the proper people, are bound to an early end. Not inevitably, of course.
Sometimes I feel cursed. As if I have been burdened with this brain that refuses to handle situations properly. As if I am sentenced to a life of constant battle within. Yet, other times, I feel special…chosen, if you will. I feel as though I have been enlightened to see things in a way that most people don’t. Extraordinary. I feel, see, hear, think, live in a way that people are generally blind to. I can talk to people and listen in a way that is unique. And I guess each one of the so-called “car-crash hearts” has this internal battle. A dialogue between the person we could have been and the person we are. But who we are must be embraced. I have to remember that there is a connection between me and all the others. That I am not alone, even if I am not surrounded by other people that experience life the way that I do.
I am blessed with a soul broken in a way that opens up the world.