My mind wars with my heart in an elaborate scheme to keep it quiet.
Don’t write! it says.
“You got better things to do”
bouncing words back as they try to stream to my hands. Heart pumping infinitely, words that bake in my head, an oven that’s now crowded – aching the mind that jails it while it begs its heartless heart to quit pushing these endless shades of blue its way.
Blues, the seed that births kaleidoscope of emotions. Emotions the enemy of my logic. Logic, the cog in my brain. The mechanics that grind my clarity into light. Lights that shine on the battle within – allowing me see that heart is now weighed on. The hindered words it births, the bane of its existence.
Now with both over-powered, I have but one dose to save a fellow. The heart that streams my episodes of blues, strengthening my latch unto humanity or the brain that turns its partner off like a switch, the murderer that targets the mission at hand to success at any cost.
If you were me, who would you save?
