31 Jul 2008

At times the human heart will crack under the pressure of its own weight. Sometimes it is moved by tiny things, and turns stone in the face of great and sorrowful events. Surely there is logic, but no one is to tell what transpires within the soul that triggers this reaction, or that, and I think there are those who have gone mad that sought to pry the secret of how it functions, that fistful of muscle. No, it is true that the feeling rests not truly in the organ that pumps our blood, but it surely does make the chest collapse when we say that our hearts break. But we dare to feel, nonetheless. At times the human heart surpasses all expectations of what can be done, here and now. Beyond the dream, the substance of love.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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