Listen To Your Heart

Exactly 1:00am. I sat on the end of my porch and soaked up all the September in the air. The wind was blowing in every direction, the moon peaked out from the blanket of thick grey storm clouds. No chance of precipitation. The clouds just merely 'existed'. Perhaps just as a reminder that my burden could be heavier, my days could be rainier, and my heart could be in more pieces than it is right now. Either way, the sky was picture perfect. My life.. not so much. I closed my eyes for a brief second and the wind that had just been hurling all around me, seemed to stop dead in its tracks. I thought, "So this is what peace feels like." It felt strange, foreign. It felt like I was stealing something that wasn't mine. I took a deep breath, not even the air I was breathing felt like it belonged to me.  In the still silence of this chaos, my heart screamed "Listen!", and for the first time in a long time I heard my heart speaking louder than the loud voice in my mind that had always been there convincing me of 'inevitable failure'. For a moment I relaxed.. and suddenly my heart and mind had a head on collision, causing me to remember who I am. A writer.