My heart beats.
It beats in such a beautiful melody that I love
so much.
Sometimes I feel as though when it beats, all my poor heart
is trying to do is tell me something.
Its trying to tell me that I'm worth it
and
that I'm one of few people on this earth that are lucky enough to have a
companion inside of them that actually does beat.
It’s trying to tell me to
stop listening to my controlling and stubborn mind.
...Ill bet you ten dollars
that if my heart wasn't bound forever inside my chest by the cage of my bony ribs..
it
would walk right up to my brain and beat the crap out of it.
...I try not to favor
my mind over my heart but my mind is so much louder and it has such strong
opinions that it’s hard to heed to the soft voice of my tender heart.
But regardless of which organ I listen to more,
My heart
still beats.
My heart still loves.
My heart still speaks.
And Im thankful for that