Dear My Heart,

Listen up (not that you have ears, but more so “listen up” in a metaphorical sense), i’m going to need you to stop being so fickle. One day you want to stay here, the next day you’re bored and ready to go. One day you love what you do, the next day you just want to go away and not deal with anyone or anything. You want to invest in people, you want to stay away. 

I need you to be satisfied and to rest and to be calm and to stop beating so fast it feels like you’re going to jump out of my chest bound for destinations unknown. What’s the rush?

Just chill out,