The heart knows no logic beyond need and desire; the head has no senses except the common and the pragmatic. To love is to be courageous, to take risks and be disciplined. The desire to know everything overwhelms the senses. The smallest of details means the world; and yet nothing need be known except what the heart feels in that moment. Hearts will never be practical, until they are made unbreakable. Opportunities arrive to save or destroy; the chance to disregard, or to extend oneself and draw them from the darkness. The commitment and desire to travel hand in hand into the darkness if the strength is not found to save.
i shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and i -
i took the one less traveled by,