i can't decide if pangs of the heart are telling of anything worth writing down. i find i have heart pangs when i glimpse something, whether in a photograph or a memory, that i used to interact with regularly and then all of a sudden didn't. some of these things i don't think of that fondly. maybe these pangs of the heart are not telling of anything i don't already know so much as they are a reminder that everything that was had significance and a silver-lining even if i don't miss it. heart pangs are not an ache of desire, they are accountability. they hold me accountable to the idea that everything is grey, and even things that weren't the best still had something to offer.
