I have a fragile heart, a heart so fragile even a mere word could shatter it to pieces. You never fail to say the wrong words at the wrong time. We’d like to think that time is short, but all along our actions are. I have long legs, which allow them to easily hang over my head when doing yoga. You can run from this reality to another reality. We all have our own reality. I have a hard head, a head so hard that it can withstand long hours of abuse. You can use and abuse it, provided you swallow. We have been provided with everything we need but none of those we want.