Head vs. Heart
"I don't want that to go to your head, I want that to go to your heart."
So I ticketed the phrase with a one way to my heart where it would get off...
But you know how public transportations are. So risky and unreliable.
The phrase experienced a delay,
caught somewhere between my mind and heart.
The conductor called out "We're experiencing some, uh, difficulties. Please bear with us."
So the phrase shifted around nervously in it's seat and tried to look inconspicuous.
Another passenger got up and walked to where the phrase sat, trying to remain unseen.
"I'm doubt" it introduced itself settling next to the phrase, "where are you headed?"
"The heart," muttered the phrase clutching it's ticket for reassurance.
Doubt laughed and glanced the phrase over. "You don't belong there. You belong up top, where the mind is. Works great up there, very logical. You, of course, would need some revising. You just don't make sense. Move some vowels here, put a question mark there and you'll be good as new."
Tracing the lettering on it's ticket the phrase began to ponder this. Maybe it's one way, was the wrong way. The head or the heart? Who could decide but the phrase itself? The phrase looked up to see doubt had gone, but it's words had left it's mark.
Closing it's eyes the phrase wondered what it was doing anymore. Who it was. Why it was being sent where it was.
When the phrase opened it's eyes yet again, another passenger sat beside it. This one was quite different from doubt. Where doubt was all rough, hard edges, and dark, this one was soft, smooth, and light. When it spoke the voice was a soft note hovering in the air. "Hello, I'm hope."
The soft note hovered in the air and settled on the phrase's skin. It brought a comforting feeling, ice cool water on a burning and blazing summer day. And the phrase found itself sighing, as it settled on it's skin softly. Hope brought the phrase an odd feeling of content and relief.
The phrase smiled and replied, "Hello Hope, I would introduce myself but I don't know who I am." Shaking it's head slightly Hope answered, "Who you are doesn't matter, only where you're going."
The phrase bubbling with anxiety burst out "How can I decide where to go if I cant even decide who I am?"
"Isn't it obvious where you belong?"
No it wasn't.
Did it belong in the mind? Where logic and revisions lived.
Or did it belong in the heart? A place of irrationality and mixed pieces.
"Do I belong to the mind?" The phrase asked, clutching it's ticket in its hand.
"You were made with love, and love is no place for the mind," clucked Hope.
"But the heart is irrational and crazy and messy,"
"Who said love was sane?"
And with that the phrase had made it's decision, just as the train started again. It was going where it belonged, where it came from in the first place. A one way ticket from one heart to another.
So I ticketed the phrase with a one way to my heart where it would get off...
But you know how public transportations are. So risky and unreliable.
The phrase experienced a delay,
caught somewhere between my mind and heart.
The conductor called out "We're experiencing some, uh, difficulties. Please bear with us."
So the phrase shifted around nervously in it's seat and tried to look inconspicuous.
Another passenger got up and walked to where the phrase sat, trying to remain unseen.
"I'm doubt" it introduced itself settling next to the phrase, "where are you headed?"
"The heart," muttered the phrase clutching it's ticket for reassurance.
Doubt laughed and glanced the phrase over. "You don't belong there. You belong up top, where the mind is. Works great up there, very logical. You, of course, would need some revising. You just don't make sense. Move some vowels here, put a question mark there and you'll be good as new."
Tracing the lettering on it's ticket the phrase began to ponder this. Maybe it's one way, was the wrong way. The head or the heart? Who could decide but the phrase itself? The phrase looked up to see doubt had gone, but it's words had left it's mark.
Closing it's eyes the phrase wondered what it was doing anymore. Who it was. Why it was being sent where it was.
When the phrase opened it's eyes yet again, another passenger sat beside it. This one was quite different from doubt. Where doubt was all rough, hard edges, and dark, this one was soft, smooth, and light. When it spoke the voice was a soft note hovering in the air. "Hello, I'm hope."
The soft note hovered in the air and settled on the phrase's skin. It brought a comforting feeling, ice cool water on a burning and blazing summer day. And the phrase found itself sighing, as it settled on it's skin softly. Hope brought the phrase an odd feeling of content and relief.
The phrase smiled and replied, "Hello Hope, I would introduce myself but I don't know who I am." Shaking it's head slightly Hope answered, "Who you are doesn't matter, only where you're going."
The phrase bubbling with anxiety burst out "How can I decide where to go if I cant even decide who I am?"
"Isn't it obvious where you belong?"
No it wasn't.
Did it belong in the mind? Where logic and revisions lived.
Or did it belong in the heart? A place of irrationality and mixed pieces.
"Do I belong to the mind?" The phrase asked, clutching it's ticket in its hand.
"You were made with love, and love is no place for the mind," clucked Hope.
"But the heart is irrational and crazy and messy,"
"Who said love was sane?"
And with that the phrase had made it's decision, just as the train started again. It was going where it belonged, where it came from in the first place. A one way ticket from one heart to another.
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