a radar
sometimes my heart is
a radar,
it
acknowledges
things that interfere with
what may be my soul,it catalogues what
my senses get and
divides and unties them,
inaccurately deciding what I
need and dont need…but i think the heart is made to win,
because
in all its clumsiness and
bias
and
poor education,
it manages to keep you on the map
