How are you? Don't say ok or fine. I want the long version. The version that requires me to stop. I asked because I wanted to hear your heart. So, with me, dont give me ritualized answers. Or pacify me with comfortable lies. I asked to listen, I stopped so you can be heard. Will you share with me a thought on your heart? Or a simple... it's rough, but I'm making it. Truth is... every day, I'm not fine or doing well. I have more days where I'm barely holding on, and the smile is just routine. Like shoes put on before leaving. Because who cares about the heart, really? Who stops and listens? When everyone is stuck in a routine, a spinning wheel or a rotating door? Your heart is signing a different song, Your words are few to none, So don't say fine or ok, How are you?