Everyone has a mind of their own. A mind that is unique to each individual owner; cultivating a myriad of thoughts, wishes, dreams and aspirations - to become a doctor, lawyer, or even something as small yet hopeful as wanting the world to be a little kinder.
The mind controls the heart, too. The very heart that keeps us alive, fervently beating, searching for our purpose; our meaning in life. Yearning to accomplish every little stepping stone of a goal we set throughout our lives.
Oh, our lives. Precious life. Life's so short.
Our hearts are precious too.
A heart that could withstand a storm of the past and emerge as a stronger one, slowly patching up every slim crack on its surface and beneath.
My heart.
YOU ARE READING
; the heart's way
Poetry|| My one-track heart. Do you want it? Do you want to cradle it in your hands, before crushing it within your palm? I don't care. I don't care what you do to it. As long as I get what I want, all shall be well. || cover art by Lyckaaaa on weibo!
