A Sinking Heart Knows No Love.

I’m playing my Brain HQ game on my phone to prevent Alzheimers.

The scourge of the aged.

I keep making mistakes – which is part of the game – and I see that I’m not going to beat my record.

Horror of horrors, my heart sinks.

If I know that I am love then what matters, this mistake or the next one?

A sinking heart, knows no love.