on-matters-of-the-heart

The heart is a fickle thing…

At least I feel like I’ve been told it is. I’ve never would have guessed to have known it nor it’s intension, and yet tonight, I’m feeling particularly dangerous, and dare I say ambitious enough to comment on the matter. To be sure, I don’t consider myself to be an expert witness on the matter, and yet tonights of all nights, I feel particularly adept to do so, the long short of it is: that it wants what it wants. But on the matters of this particular heart, I know what it wants, and what must be done to get what it wants. I will admit, it has most definitely taking more than a minute to come to this realization. but now that I can see, I can’t believe how long I’ve been blinded to the obviously or what’s in front of my face. I’m embarrassed to admit how long it’s taken me to get this far, but here we are. And if I’m being honest, I feel that I need to do this. To prove a point, after all, you know how much l love to do that.