Pheromones.

He smells like an early morning in autumn,

late night whiskey and,

cigarettes.

Why oh why.

I have a question. Why don't we listen to our hearts? Or is it the other way around- do we not listen to our heads rather?

In the end, we need to listen to our instincts. Both our hearts and our heads have it- I believe. I often times will question what I feel because I get so caught up in trying to decipher whether my thoughts and my feelings are derived from my heart or my head. I do this because one is more valid than the other to me. Not sure why. I forget that whatever it is, its there. Its there for a reason, so listen to it. It doesn't matter where it comes from.

When you go against it, things fail.

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Stuck in a place between yes, maybe and no.

Sooner or later one must let go.

How hard must we push at this,

how lightly should we pull back.

Its all a hit or miss

and theres no plan of attack.

Words without reason.

Speaking without needing.

And in the end,

two hearts are wearing down,

because its not pretend.

Not one, but two to mend.

In the madness it makes no sense,

but this is what you want isnt it,

so be content.

Its true.

Sometimes, my heart feels so much-

it does not know what exactly it is feeling.

Or so I think. We always know what we are feeling..

but it is a matter of having the courage to accept it.

Face it to feel it.

Feel it to live.

-N

"Somtimes...

...the hardest thing and the right thing are the same."