I’ll stop one day in the middle of it all and yell to my heart's content.
Time won’t be an enemy anymore.
I will never hear my bones and joints scream at me in agony.
Shivering hands will not hold this body as it fights the cold within.
You won’t hear my presence and I won’t disturb your peaceful life.
Heart/ härt/ noun: It can take in only so little before it's ripped out and thrown out the window.