A mind that knows right from wrong.
A mind which knows what would be best for me.
We all know what I am talking about.
We all have all been there.
If not once, than many times.
You know you have.
Valerie Elash
The head is saying Absolutely not!
but the heart is saying Oh, c’mon, c’mon, yes.
We all at some point or another have tortured ourselves.
I wage a war based on self-preservation and burning desire.
A war of feelings against logic.
I have been told that I am like an island.
I have been told that I have walls.
I guess what Im waiting for is someone to grab a damn boat and row.
Or, grab a rope and climb.
This takes work, sure.
It takes someone who truly cares.
It takes someone who has the notion that the trip will be well worth it.
It would be, it will be!
Most people are too lazy and those are the ones who arent worth it.
I save all that I am for those who choose to row or climb.
Now, I take a stab at be a logical person.
I like things to make sense.
I love sense of security.
I like to do whats right, doesnt mean that I always do.
I attempt to be just and moral and fair but again, I dont always.
I like to have all the facts before making a decision…
Which in most cases my facts are wrong, really wrong.
A mind that knows right from wrong.
A mind which knows what would be best for me.
A mind that knows what it will accept and deny.
A mind that needs proof, action and promise.
A mind that wont always be fooled.
I am also a dreamer.
I believe in love and often doubts if love believes in me.
But I continue to hope for the lid to my pot.
But I believe in Fate, I have no doubt of my happily ever after… One day.
Crazy, isnt it?
A heart that loves forever.
A loyal heart that knows no bounds.
A heart that wants to love and be loved in return.A heart that needs passion and fire.
A heart that would forsake almost everything for great love.
Its so overwhelming and consuming.
I dont like when my heart gets involved.
Letting my heart get involved is opening myself up to chaos.
At times, this is a beautiful thing.
And other times, a scary thing.
When my heart throws down the gauntlet to my head, I get scared.
When both attack, the crescendo is too much to handle.
Or….I run…like the wind.
I have a sensitivity that is private.
But, dont ever let that fool you into thinking I am made of stone.
I am clearly not.
I am probably one of the most sensitive people you will run across.
Most of the time I mourn those silently because that is how I carry on.
I have had to most of my life.
So, when I show my weakness, when I stumble and fall, its shocking.Its intense.
Its painful and its sad.
There is a quote that says, The heart is forever making the head its fool.
I forget who said it but Im pretty sure it was some French guy.
They always have lots to say about love.
But, this quote is fantastic, because its true.
I dont know who will win.
I dont know if I am writing this for you…or for me.
I dont know if it makes any sense.
What I do know is that if I stumble and fall, I will pick myself up.
I will dust off my jeans and carry on, as usual.
So who really wins?
