Love, hate, jealousy, forgiveness, humility, sympathy, empathy, envy, admiration and desperation.
All of these things aren't real and yet they exist. No one can see this, touch this or hear this, and yet we feel it, sense it and acknowledge it. I've experienced all of these and I think not of their importance but of their collateral damage and healing, the breaking and the bonding. The power of such things, coursing through everyone and it;s potential extraordinary. The pain it causes runs so deep it can drive people insane and to death, and yet can soothe and energize people to great heights and places. It keeps people alive when they have nothing else. What is this mysterious thing that is not made of matter, but we feel it, completely invisible and yet we can see it, produces no sound and yet we still hear it. This impossible force that everyone contains and wields but is uncontrollable and undivertable. I sense it dwell and stir within me and it overcomes me. I wish I could understand this so I can reflect it to others. This thought-provoking, throat choking, fire stoking ember that kindles the fire of life itself. That which stands for love and passion, but is a thing of destruction and devastation. That which can link people together in unity, but divides ones in secrecy. In the shadows of the heart lie things of ghastly and grotesque natures, that yet bloom without attendance and attention. That once they step forth, cause the mind to work unexpectedly and against conscious thought. So much like a weed and yet one that cannot be doused. The flowers of the heart also bloom unexpectedly but easily lost if not realized, if not attended. So why is it that the beautiful things of the heart are so hard to work for, and the ugly and unwanted so easy to grasp, just a simple thought can provoke the everlasting seed to flourish. I understand that others cool these emotions or feelings, I don't give them a name because the are so varied and unexpected. I'll call it the nature of the heart
