If hearts were as strong as bone, then most people wouldn't have any problems at all

I'm going to keep my feet on the ground, because why should I
bother moving them if they won't make any impression or sound on pavement or
with you?
That's why when I follow you around you hear nothing of my footsteps, only silence, as
though I were transparent and everything simply went
through the floor rather than upon it,
and it's echo goes around and around, circling the perimeter of the room,
so you're bound to hear it eventually.
But not yet. And I
figured my translucent figure would help, but perhaps it hasn't at all, and has only made
me less recognizable as someone you once knew.
And my voice isn't one for speaking bravely, only for pleading apologies;
"I'm sorry I feel this way"
or;
"I'm making an honest effort to do something right for once"
So I try to type them out instead so that they are clearer, more opaque, and less
susceptible to be twisted or misunderstood,
but even that is impossible as long as I am too smoke-like to punch at the keys
So I'll just glide over them in though...always in thought and never in action.
Because action requires the strength of real matter such as bones, tendons, and muscle tissue,
veins, nerves and cells,
and smoke does not carry such weight and power
And without the heaviness and force of gravity,
I cannot be kept upon the ground, and the sky is
too expansive for me to dissolve in, so something less than bone will have to break soon.