I think our brains deserve way more credit than we give them. No one sees the brain affectionately like we do the heart, when in fact I'm sure the brain is the one that gives us all that we think the heart does. Besides, the heart just pumps blood right?

Wait a minute.

Actually, I think the brain is warped. If the brain is the puppet master, then why does she trick me into thinking otherwise? Why does she not just use her powers to promote herself and make the humans commercialise her instead of that puny little jock-of-an-organ? Or is she doing it on purpose to make me try and figure out how she works? Perhaps she is split into parts that do not know each other. That'd make her a plural. (I'm using her because I'm sure my brain is a she. Not an it because that sounds derogatory.)

Nevertheless, whatever conclusion you make, (I give up for now and accept the fact that my brain is bigger than me or the part of her that I am able to grasp) I love it when my heart races and almost leaps out of my chest. Its exhilarating doncha think! Ignoring, of course, the fact that meanwhile my mind loses whatever capability it had and is everywhere but with me. (Ah ha! Another trick!)

For a moment its like I'm Bella.
For a moment, I almost can't breath.

Oh yeah, fantasize schmantasize. It's allllll in the minddddd. You scheming litttle.... you...

Torn between what reason says and how I really feel
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