Letter To My Heart

Shalom, 

How's it going down there? I've never actually seen you, but I've seen you trying to break out. I can see you pounding on my chest whenever you get beating really fast. 

I'm glad you know how to take a punch. I've gotta give you that. I know I should listen to you more...maybe I just can't hear what you're saying most of the time because of everything else that is going on. Maybe we speak different love languages. Whatever it is, I'm sorry I don't listen to you more. 

Thanks for always beating for me you bloody mess.