A question that found me after dark.
‘Where do broken hearts go?’
I don’t know what this question wanted.
However, perhaps it was me that was open to this kind of energy.
I have been very sensitive for as long as I can remember.
Thoughts and feelings.
Now a question showing to that surface.
I guess it doesn’t have an owner.
Energy flows where it feels most comfortable.
However, it doesn’t come completely as a surprise.
That this question is popping up.
For some reason I was closing chapters concerning the heart.
Not with that intent, but it must have been the month of February standing on the doorstep.
Month of emotions and all that we rather wouldn’t want to look at.
Perhaps not even want to talk about it.
What is ignored and neglected will make the heart flow over.
And so this question made its presence.
I guess for me to answer or take a deeper look at it.
I wonder.
Why is it so important that we need to know where broken hearts go?
To me it doesn’t make sense.
Now I have this question on my mind, that I didn’t even want to think about in the first place.
However, a clear answer came to me right away.
It was so simple, that to me it isn’t even a question at all.
The place where broken hearts go is not something that needs to be mended by time.
It is much closer than we think.
It becomes a place in ourselves.
Honestly, I believe this is the only place where it goes.
We tend to look at these kinds of things as something that is outside of ourselves.
Little do we need to know, that this makes it disappear.
It makes it not exist.
Because when thinking it is somewhere outside, we forget where it belongs.
I hope this makes sense.
When it doesn’t exist.
Well, that is a problem.
The importance of knowing that we know where broken hearts go.
Perhaps even that place in our heart.
An emptiness to fill.
To heal and make it beat again.
For us to return to the part where love can actually happen.