Even though my heart is quiet now,
I still listen to it.
I do not listen to my head.
All it does is provide commentary while I do the things,
I did not know I would do.
I do not listen.
I still listen to the quiet in my heart.
Still, Quiet
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Here at last, we shall be free. 
This is amazing.
Reblogged this on Love. Letters..
So who are you really? Its not very fair for me to go with my heart back and forth between two people that are hugs but very different parts of my heart.. I also have the privilege of caring for my soul. Its as if one is both to my mystery puzzle. Im not one to hurt anyones heart and I’m do filled with conflicting song stories and im upset because its almost like someone is the player of the game and I Am the game itself.
I cant imagine either person would want to be so self involved that only they’re heart is being used as the joystick in my game of life and love. So please I beg of whomever this may be to either present yourself in human form or release me.
Sincerely,
BP