The revolution is love.

That must be painful.

The heart wasn't intended to be physically touched by external stimuli.

If this is a metaphorical representation of how love hurts then kudos to the artist. You illustrated the point impeccably.

The revolution is love. We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick.
Open your soul, and then your mind,Begin a journey with your heart. Stop crying about things. Use things, not people, love people, not things.