FOLLOWING MY HEART

Isn't it funny how the things that are the most difficult to do, the hardest things to get through, are often not even visible to the outside eyes, or the eyes of other people? 

The most honest thing on the planet, something I have never known to be dishonest, is my emotions. The Heart is capable of alchemy, if heavy sorcery is used. She can transmute anger to depression, unhappiness to submission, love to hate, and lust to love, but She cannot lie. 

And like the moon, sometimes, when I need her light in the darkness the most, she is with the daytime sun. 

If the way to my heart were always the same, I wouldn't have to wander; but it is always my heart that I am following.