Confession

I spent most of breakfast stirring the food on my plate, sunny-side up eggs turned scrambled, at no extra charge. I cued the melancholy music as I sat down to work - acoustic. Chords that reverberate in the hallows of my mind, forcing me to remember. The strings and melodies tug at my heart, which is currently hanging by a thread. One that needs sewing up. A heart that hasn't been whole in a long time.