he.art

isn’t it a shame that our minds control all that passes through our lips, and our feet control the places in which we stand, but our hearts. oh, our poor little hearts have the heaviest demands and the quietest commands.

for our hearts can lubricate our eyes but cannot control where they look. our hearts can put butterflies in our tummy without even reaching for a net. our hearts give us rhythm but cannot dance. our hearts can explode without making a mess. and our hearts can be ripped out without opening our chest; bones failing to protect us.

so, our hearts must learn to speak without words, feel without fingers, and lead the way without a single step. awfully high expectations for an organ that must keep also keep us alive.