"I must overcome my fears. The tiny fears. The pressures. The hesitations. The unnatural tensions. The things I hide from. I must ignore these and go with the flow. Be unafraid, unattached to the past, free and unfettered, following my heart as it bobs ahead in the breeze, delicate like a balloon, follow it up and down whichever path it chooses, for the heart is a flighty, whimsical object, belonging not even to myself.
See, I can't help it. I just HAVE to get abstract.
I wish my mind could become as silent as my tongue. As still.
But too many questions, too many impulses race across its blank canvas like a million points of light."
2 comments:
If the heart isnt yours, how can you deny it anything?
Because in some obscure way I do care about it. It's like a badly behaved pet.
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