what to say

It beats faster and I wonder what's going on. it is a small detector planted deep inside my chest, protected by several ribs. and it'll beat in all seconds of my life. heart. yes. for me, my heart is a detector. If anger is on me, it beats faster. if I feel uncomfortable so will it. but what I hate is when I know it beats so strange while everything seems fine. I ain't lying to myself. I want something these last days that probably won't be gotten by my hand. and that's her. perhaps it is what bother my heart. damn.