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   On a Special Occasion The man stared blankly with a crystalline heart in his weary, battered hands. The loose, neat collar hung on his neck, atop the shiny new buttons that crested the man's chest.  This mortal smelled of sweet honey and milk, despite the man's mangled appearance. His eyes, serious, veracious, yet soft like a down blanket, set to the color of the sea after a storm.  A sound...a faint whisper, a melodic voice drifting softly through the cold air. The silent hum of this human heart became most audible when a chilly wind slipped over his neck and back. This forsaken man held tightly onto an everlasting flower, one made of w

why is it that we, as humans, are incapable of truly being happy? we always fuss over small things, trying to find our one true love, and when we "find" it, it's never good enough. yet, some animals find one mate, and remain with it for the rest of it's life. why do we want change so badly? can't we be content with the love we find? yet, to say follow your heart...it's impossible. your heart doesn't think, therefore, you must think with your mind, not your heart, which is nothing but a beating organ that keeps you alive. so can we honestly say "follow your heart"? that my friends, is a good question