your heart, dangerous it maybe but a tool nonetheless, a tool of pure, raw emotion that can tear a warrior into pieces from the inside out, make him erupt into rushing rivers of tears, and crumble into a pathetic pool of sorrow and die from a broken heart, your heart, the field at which both love and hate play the same game with different techniques, some more fair than others, some less harmful, some more life threatening, your heart, the place all search for the answers to life but end up finding difficulties to existance, and instead find the answers to death, your heart, the only place on earth where light and darkness can exist at the exact same time, as if competeing against one another to determine who will rule the contours of your heart, your heart, an endless casum of emotions, turbulant clouds of raw passion and exhausting tears, and all you can do is be a passenger on the plan called life.