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Heart Conditioning

Heart Conditioning

 The heart is comprised of incendiary specks of unimaginable tangents of emotion. the everlasting vastly intricate tapestry of life woven personally by god, for it can can elate to incorporate the world or only have one tangent of life,for it to feel ever so needed and wanted. the internal rhythm of the pumping in a cataclysm to endure the calamity when a heart takes the direction of a falling star cutting through the night air,silent but upon first impact start to unravel and shatter like a pane of glass in the path of eminent destruction, falling cold ,turning colder,for it wasn't written scripted or structured, how can something so gracious be the tool  wherein the improper seeds planted,can cause more hurt than a bullet, sword,or scheme meant to destroy; never as good as the first time, of which there are always first in some aspect/ it starts to rehearse tactical movements an allied union, movement to change the hedonistic outlook if only righteous positivity arise to the top, as an air bubble floats to the top of liquid dense but pliable,
mind and heart, natures version of a Pandora s box, once  corrupted and open to any extent then hurt ten times faster this wasn't the way life was supposed to see comparable and vulnerable transparencies ,as we strive to not feel. Personification in joy ,time and space it will heal and bring you to the place where you too can feel the unadulterated, unabashed, simplicity of the most invigorating of  feelings.how to love indiscriminately where that persons ceiling is infinite, much like a vivid dream that can be touched by edified souls.

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