I don't feel my heart anymore. I feel the cold breeze on the tip of my elbow. I feel the air in my chest squeezing through pockets turning into life. Yet my heart. just sitting there never moving, solidifying. It's stuck you see? In between the brick wall and your arm. Slowly pressing inch by inch, pressure building up. I look down towards my heart to discover warm air sizzling through my chest. Floating through the air like pollen. I smile. Wondering if the steam will make you feel warm again.