Hawci

Reìm t̂n

There was never a time I lost my heart. Not even when I had nothing to do with a situation. The heart can make life both good and bad. Even when the heart wants the most ethical conclusion to exist. The heart can get caught up. The heart can only see the purest of the pure, and forget that no one can be purely pure. No one. Not even God himself, because thats not how the world works. And it never will.

Some people search for ways to lose there heart metaphorically, try and break themselves, like when you cry for a long time and then suddenly run out of tears, like that. But eternal, both males and females have a heart, whether we want one or not, no matter how hard we try and fight it. Our heart lives on.

This story isn't sugarcoated, you may be wondering why it is I refer to "the heart" so much, well that is a metaphor in itself, a metaphor you will find when you read through the lines. You will soon understand. Why "the heart" is a huge aspect of this story.

-WAA