My heart fails to exclude the the unwanted feelings, and i know my heart does not lie.
The heart is a symbol of truth, only sometimes it accepts a fib to protect itself.
The mind uncovers the truth, and the soul helps to hide it. The one element in the human body, the strongest but also the weakest, weak in facing love, strong in conquering it. The heart, pumping slow, steady beating of pure innocent blood, only to be intoxicated, impured by hurt, truth and
lies. Human displays, only natural, and senseless human intentions revolve around endlessly, and being acquainted with all innocense. The heart only works as a whole and not in separate pieces. The heart needs to relinquish itself from all pains to cure itself, and to live...