OF HEART

 Sometimes amidst all of the meanness and ugliness of this world that my heart faces I find beauty. My heart finds beauty in the ugliness. I find that strange. As if heart is some otherwordly device that works in its own way without my knowledge of how. 

I find myself bewildered how it digs up beauty everywhere just when I thought I am this wild horrible person. The strange ways the heart has indeed. No way you can ever harness it or comprehend. Maybe it is just as well.

Novo Amor

Heaven