Heartless

I like a lot these words frome Peter Pan about children: only hearless and young can fly. I believe in those words.

I had left my heart, when I bailed the first time. I just looked down and was winded. I was winded not because of a height, but because of an amount of air in it. Instructor looked at me worried and said:
'You better leave your heart here. It'll stay safe, and who knows, what can happen down there...'
I've took it and put it on the desk, next to a bill and directions, written on a yellow sheet of paper. My heart was pounding, filled with indignation and fear.
Then I jumped.
Wind hab bursted into my eyes and nose, gone to lungs and then to ny heartless chest, filled the emptyness I felt. I was terrified. I felt weird. But th instructor said a truth - I felt much better without heart.
So it goes.
At mornings my heart usually hides under a hat. It's very light, just as a cloud.
During a day it slipping down to my feet.
At evenings I walks it over, keeping heart on a short leash. When I have no time for it, I gave a leash to some of my friends.
At nights it sleepr under my bed, scaring all monster, which living there since I was a child.
I believe, when I get old, it will return to me, into me. Probably, it will tire of life and all that open space. It will return.

But for now it like being in that way.
For now I still can fly.