Philosophy | The Heart

Limited motion, emotion, love. Depths beyond depths where the sins and triumphs of our everyday life is kept. The heart, The part of us that yearns, learns, takes leaps and is burned. And yet in its resilience cannot be contained by the hurt sent its way,
But truthfully trust is hard to earn, and when betrayed many of us hide our hearts away. Beside ourselves with pain, we think that no one will ever hurt us again if we keep our heart safe.

A broken heart is only mended with time and those who think otherwise are only in denial in their mind.

I find that in my heart I feel the same about so many things as I did when the feeling started. I just wrote over the originals with replacements to keep my self from going completed crazy. Love over love only the faces change, the emotion’s the same. The flame burns for one and another, transferring this emotion from her to her. Heartbreak mended by emotional scotch tape. Because something that deeply felt doesn’t go away. Something that deeply felt doesn’t always stay, and love doesn’t alway reciprocate.