Unspoken words in proses.

One's desire of heart.

And when I thought I'd stop writing, my heart seemed to stop beating. As if telling me that it would only beat when I again started to continue writing under the dark yet starry sky.

Here I am, wondering... If I would be able to let my heart decide for what it wish to do; or let my brain stop the beat of my heart from thinking that I'd be able to come back into writing. But then a sign appears, that told me that I should be listening to every beat of my heart for writing; that I should do what my heart tells me to. For only it knows and understand my endless love for this undying passion.

But brain argues. It tells otherwise as if it is againts of my own desire. My mind tells me to stop; stop for it knows that it'd be a waste of effort. For it does assumpt that no one ever wants to read my tellings. But then the desire of one's heart is pure and strong; So I asked myself, "who am I to go againts it?" And it led me here to where I stand with all my courage, to continue what my beats sounds like; to continue my desire to write.