bread crumbs

today my heart feels like a pile of bread crumbs on the floor.  crumbs scattered in a haphazard way, never to be reassembled into what they were before.  either they will be swept up, reshaped into something that resembled my previous heart or a big gust of air will come and blow them away, never being able to get even part of my heart back.  maybe this is how it is supposed to be, it is how your heart learns to deal with pain, grief, disappointment, joy, elation, and love.  i am not sure.