My heart was once like a battery. It began it was light and it will fade out. Maybe it's a good battery, maybe it is not, but it can't run forever, as is. Sometimes it interfers with my thinking, and I have to tell it to quiet down. I like to think with my gut sometimes, but the heart sends me weird radio broadcasts. I try to tune it out, or down at least. Sometimes it behaves, and then i feel okay about what i decided to do. When I look deeper inside, I wonder, what to do. I mask it, and all comes untied. But it is not a bad feeling, it is like unwinding DNA. It is neccessary, and then again, it is not always a needed process for function. Getting older, there is more function with less fundamental devision of energies. The motherboard just can't be stressed. I don't see an engineer behind it, so I don't write complaints and send them in. Only I listen sometimes, and try to catch the wind. It says this way or that, but the awser is surely within. To that I search, and let on or lead none astray; I know nothing, and debate leaving it that way!

computers and minds don't last forever.