A Broken Heart

Even though we can count our true friends, and not acquaintances, on one hand, they are our backbones. Friendships are the rocks of our lives. When we choose to enter into an intimate relationship with the opposite sex, they are someone that we believe without a shadow of a doubt is someone that we can truly consider as a friend…our best friend. Or at least it should be.

Amongst all the millions of people in the world, and the thousands upon thousands that we meet in our lifetimes, we trust our friends with our soul, over and above all others…those few, those less than a handful. We have consciously, or unconsciously, simultaneously, chose that special handful, to trust with our inner most fears and insecurities, or at least some of them. To let them genuinely know us, more than anyone else. We trust them to guard and protect that knowledge. We trust them to accept us, to acknowledge us, to protect us, from all those millions of others.

When we take that a step further, and let our guard down enough to become intimate, that is the ultimate of complements…the ultimate in trust. We choose, to attempt to put our fears aside, and let them in, and to see a glimpse of what lies within our soul…our heart…the inner depths of our minds. When we find that person, if we ever feel that we have ever found that person, we feel it in every cell, our heart, our mind, our soul, our entire being. In every single ounce of energy that creates who we are…our sole existence on this earth, in this time, in this place. It consumes us. It envelops us. It takes complete control of us. It is the most glorifying, cherished, feeling, hope and dream, of our entire existence.



When we feel that trust has been betrayed and is shattered, we feel like our life, our soul, our life force, our energy, has been shattered into an explosion that makes the atom bomb appear to be only an itty bitty smoke bomb.

And all the anger that we carry within ourselves, for ourselves, because we feel that we have let ourselves down, by letting our guard down, and trusting, for selling our souls, for giving away a glimpse of our souls, we throw that anger and fear out to the other person…because we let ourselves down.

So we go in search of a release, from this bomb that is building and smoldering within us, and we go out, and lash out, as a way of trying to release in bits and pieces the turmoil festering within us. We hurt them, we hurt us. We hurt.

And just as there is darkness as opposed to the light, all those glorious feelings that grew and grew and consumed your ever existence, when that New York Minute strikes, light a flash of lightning that takes you down in an instant…those dark feelings, thoughts, existence…takes you over as the equal, and just as powerful opposite.

In a New York Minute…everything can change. Our choices have consequences.

All the fireworks, the sunsets exploding in the sky of joy and rejoice…in a New York Minute…can change into a sky with no stars…a sky with no moon…a heart with no light.

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