Our heart and mind exist in parallel dimensions. Their state of matter roaming through the universe, forever residing in a state which cannot be deemed constant. Complex structures on their own, they call for a war when thrown together. The heart, such a diaphanous possession. One wrong pull at the loose end of a fabric, and you'll witness the entire piece of cloth unravel in the palm of your hands. A constant reminder of the damage you've caused. Oh, and our mind, so beautifully complex. Technicality meets the eye at every corner, for it is ruled by these boundaries. Both sides reside to be lucid in nature, the light shining directly through the surface and not around it. It's a dire task, to have the heart and mind function together. To get their bodies and energies to rest in a place of uniformity. Proximity as close as they can be. They damage, they heal, but together they're the most beautiful thing you may feel. And I suppose, I've gotten them to amalgamate, for my heart beats for you. It bleeds for you. My mind, it ticks for you. Thinks for you, thoughts of you wash upon my entire being. The sky is drowning away the crimson colours the crusaders left in the night. Smoke envelopes my blind eyes, and cocoons the once clear skies. The battle is finally over. I lay my weapon to rest. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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PoetryNeither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]
