Sometimes my heart feels a bit like swiss cheese. There are holes where people used to be. There are holes where dreams used to be. There are holes where I thought love used to be. Do these holes ever get filled in again? Or does your heart just keep getting lacier and honeycombed with the holes that life creates? And if my heart is Swiss cheese can I fill those holes with cheddar? I don't even know what that means, it just popped in my head. Maybe because I don't particularly like Swiss cheese. I love a good extra sharp cheddar though. Is that what my heart has become? A sharp cheddar? What if I'm lactose intolerant? What if I can't tolerate what my heart has become? I suppose I will just come up with yet another metaphor and write about it in my little litterbox corner of the world.
No wait! I'm crackers!!!!!
OH MY.... I am wondering the exact same thing? These holes just seem to harden around the edges like "swiss cheese" holes. If you find the answer to refilling the missing parts, let me know. I've been searching to no avail!
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I keep thinking about a ham and cheese sandwich, but I don't think that's the answer...
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