I found a stethoscope today and decided to listen to my heart beat.

To my surprise… it sounded irregular. And all I wanted to do was cry.

My heart finally got attention from me, and it took that opportunity to tell me secrets it has been keeping locked up. Secrets I’ve been too busy to remember. The rhythm was so unfamiliar… I barely knew who’s heart it belonged to. Every beat, regular and irregular, thumped harder and harder the closer I tried to listen. And it was overwhelming.