Sitting at the airport typing this. Awaiting my journey back to the treacherous hell known as Arizona. A place where the sun penetrates through every cell and molecule that makes up what is known as me. Dehydration happens the second my feet touch down to the burning pavement that sits below my two feet. If hell had an actual location…its Arizona. A place where souls burn alive under the sun. No relaxation. No palm trees. No….shade. Its not just the sun that penetrates each layer of skin…no..thats what happens from the outside in.
The environment, the memories, the had it all…lost it all… never forgotten and easily remembered memories. The ones that rip you apart from the inside out. Starting with your heart and pulsating through each vein until your screaming for it to end. The things you once cherished and loved… are the same things that have calloused your heart to the point it has become petrified. And even the slightest disappointment or heartbreak will shatter it to pieces.
Unlike most things that are petrified, this heart is not locked away for safe keeping. This heart is not guarded by security working around the clock to preserve what little is left. No. This heart is open.. windows broken..no 2 by 4s holding it together. It is set to collapse any minute. So if you have a piece of it. Hold on tight.. For that may be the only thing left of it thats worth keeping.
Ive given away all of the hope that the heart once carried..whats left has been dried out and rotten to the core. Ive wasted all the talent it once carried. Whats left has been walking a tightrope for the past few years… careful to not slip and fall into a darkness no man can understand.
A place where love is non existent and hope is no where to be found. No longer a home full of love, this heart is nothing more than a house. A house I live in alone. Love dont live here anymore..
So as I continue my tightrope journey, walk with me if you will. But don’t try to balance me. The rope is thin and the fall is long. So keep your distance and do your best to not get too close. This heart just isn’t ready for another destructive heartbreak. This heart has been flying everywhere else but where it needs to be. This heart is on an endless journey, hoping to touchdown one day at the right landing spot.. This heart leaves a piece of it everywhere it goes. Eventually the puzzle will fall apart in a way that it can no longer be put together. But you, and only you have the antidote. The super glue to mend it all together. The only question is: where the fuck are you?
Max sat the pen down. “Holy shit.” He said out loud. Even he surprised himself with the way he wrote that blog. He had been known as the Mystery Heart Blogger for years. Never having made his identity known, he always posted anonymously.
His personal and passionate blogs touched every broken hearted women’s heart to the point that he seemed like the knight in shining armor. The man everyone fantasized about having. Granted, they didn’t know for sure if it was a man or a woman writing the blogs, the way they were written pretty much made it obvious it was a man who had his heart broken one too many times.
Something felt perfect about this story. “I think its time.” Max said, once again out loud to himself in his empty apartment. Even though it wasn’t a direct reply, his echo made it feel like someone else was there with him, listening. It was time to make his identity known. To publish the blog under his actual name. To stop being anonymous. To finally open up and let people in. It was time to open up the Petrified Puzzle Heart for the world to see. Are you ready to begin the tour?