Towards Something.

The heart walks prominently out into the field, looking both ways into the abyss. With regret it nudges forward to the chaotic crowd chanting the correct route. It continues to scream destiny that lies in moving forward toward is change, towards letting go. It yells and yells until the heart starts to bleed. Atop the hill, just before it descends below towards the chaos and judging faces of a salty bleeding cheek, the heart turns around. It begins to walk with the breeze. The clouds carry forth the heart towards the cool sensation of peace. The heart is continuously pulled to something, to the answer. The heart awaits for the answer to shout out, "It's okay!" But the heart continues to wander, not knowing where to go or what to feel, because on any given day it could shed blood or bellow cheer. But with doubt, it does neither. So the heart is left to follow either direction, never within itself. The heart then bows to either side, and walks straight down the middle, disappearing after the valley becomes higher than the heart.