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I received this comment today on Saturday's post about my favourite words, a very thought provoking comment. It made me realise I'm not very good at differentiating what my heart and head needs, I usually just pursue them as the same thing. But then the heart is for feeling, it's your inner desires, it all those things you can't help feeling for. The random things in life that make your chest warm, like the trail of cards on my left from my seat to another, I just sat down here. Little sparks of inspiration, probably write a poem about it later.
For some reason I am unable to respond directly to the comment, I like reading thought provoking things and well I felt it was only justly to respond at least with this post.
The comment read (if you didn't follow the link)
First of all I'd like to thank you for commenting, I do enjoy talking to people and discussing my posts with them. Mostly, thank you for provoking my thoughts.
What does my heart like? Are those the moments where I squeal of excitement at the awkward love of Sheldon and Amy, or the heartfelt sobs of departure from Andy and his toys. Or is the dark thoughts that prevail my body as I hold my pillow tightly to my chest longing for someone. Do I mention the walls? Afraid to write things on my own paper afraid of judgement or my own words being used against me, fuck it now more. I need to let my heart out, what does my heart like? My heart likes the moments before I fall asleep, after an emotional day and I'm in that fuzzy state, where it feels like angels flying and my body sinking into the sheets. Like floating into dream world for a few hours.
Or maybe it's all my brain, that's where the thinking happens? The thinking that pains my heart. Running a fuss with imaginative scenarios and passing time with what if's and dwelling on shit that happened years ago. Sure the heart can feel, but it's the brain's fault.
I received this comment today on Saturday's post about my favourite words, a very thought provoking comment. It made me realise I'm not very good at differentiating what my heart and head needs, I usually just pursue them as the same thing. But then the heart is for feeling, it's your inner desires, it all those things you can't help feeling for. The random things in life that make your chest warm, like the trail of cards on my left from my seat to another, I just sat down here. Little sparks of inspiration, probably write a poem about it later.
For some reason I am unable to respond directly to the comment, I like reading thought provoking things and well I felt it was only justly to respond at least with this post.
The comment read (if you didn't follow the link)
"what you have shared is what your brain thinks, what your brain likes.
What does my heart like? Are those the moments where I squeal of excitement at the awkward love of Sheldon and Amy, or the heartfelt sobs of departure from Andy and his toys. Or is the dark thoughts that prevail my body as I hold my pillow tightly to my chest longing for someone. Do I mention the walls? Afraid to write things on my own paper afraid of judgement or my own words being used against me, fuck it now more. I need to let my heart out, what does my heart like? My heart likes the moments before I fall asleep, after an emotional day and I'm in that fuzzy state, where it feels like angels flying and my body sinking into the sheets. Like floating into dream world for a few hours.
Or maybe it's all my brain, that's where the thinking happens? The thinking that pains my heart. Running a fuss with imaginative scenarios and passing time with what if's and dwelling on shit that happened years ago. Sure the heart can feel, but it's the brain's fault.
