To coexist with an ill heart

To coexist with an ill heart

Whenever you feel down,

turn your face to the people right next to you

and lift your head to the branches of tall trees drawing their masterpieces 

on the deep blue sky.

Whenever you feel empty,

make your thumbs touch your arms and your other four fingers to pray

not tapping your smartphone screen to blindside your true persona.

Whenever you feel unloved,

infuse life into your bygone romance by awarding them sincere words

to describe what you lost, regained, slayed, redeemed, and distorted to fantasize. 

Whenever you feel lost,

intentionally take different routes unlike other paths the majority take

so that you can feel wandering in the unpredictable dreams nobody can invade.

Whenever you feel unbearable to coexist with an ill heart,

do not force yourself to grin or giggle 

but grimace, groan, or grieve 

enough to have the ill heart its maximum energy of negativity 

and explode only to let you cringe, ridicule, and fail to remember what happened

in the very next refreshing morning that brings euphoria from trivia.