Welcome to the museum of untold stories!

Let me show you around, the exhibits alluring!

First, a wedding dress unworn. Unseen.

A love letter never opened, folded at the seams.

Or how about a hug left wide open?

A cup of tears stuck hoping?

Not your speed? How about a shooting star not wished upon.

Maybe a heart left broken.

A broken doll, parts now gone.

There's this door, that's been left open and forgotten.

How do you feel about this mind, that's always asking?

Wait. You weren't supposed to see that...

A mind that's mine, but surely you saw it?

Why are you looking at me like that? Like I fascinate you...

Like my actions are unusual... Like I'm on display...

You look at me like you look at them. The exhibits. My... Exhibits.

Wait! Don't go!
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Who am I without you here?

Do I continue to exist, when you continue to live on outside this glass world...

Am I the missing punchline of some cruel joke?

Am I a whisper doomed to be left unheard?

Am I part of this exhibit... Cursed to tell stories with no ending.

Am I... The untold story?

An untold story... In this unheard of exhibit, In an unseen museum.

Mind and Heart are defined, as something connected.

Something to be treasured deeply and respected.

And yet, I feel as though my heart and mind are separate.

My body split into two bodies, heart and mind.

Two beings I don't control, yet can bend to my will.

Perhaps it's my age, my experience, my defective nature.

Feeling as though I'm too young to understand, but to old to be clueless.

This fickle nature feels like a war for control. Do I lead my life empty and logically?

Or follow that path, so many traveled through emotions.

A place I know I've been but can never quite grasp, I can never get angry.

Anger? it is a coin is it not? A coin that on the other side of, is joy.

A balance. Between joy and pain, life has always been that way but I can't enjoy it.

I never have, and yet I crave what I can't touch, though unlike Icarus.

I fear of what would happen when I touch that sun.

Would I fall into my mind, like the ocean below. Doomed for my fragile wings to melt.

Or would I soar, flying to wherever my path may lead.

I fear what that would bring, the uncertainty of it all. Yet I know logically, I'd be fine.

There that is again, logic. The funny thing that's been at my side, I can always rely on my mind.

But is that the right choice? Maybe I could find that balance, reunite the two bodies back into mine.

But that's a foe I can't face yet, but in time I hope to fight with my head held high as the victor.

But mind and heart are defined, as something connected.

Is that something I can learn to treasure deeply and respect then?

Can I ever hope to reunite the two as I am?

I can only try, by taking that leap of faith into the open sky.

Hoping I can spread these fragile wings of mine and fly.

One day, my heart and mind will be unified as one. No longer two halves but a whole.

One day, I'll hold that sun in my hands, and fly to wherever I desire.

Full of emotions as I am with the knowledge to think clearly.

One day My Heart, Mind, and I will fly.

The wind brisk, and air sweet.

The sky blue, my heart ached.

The flowers risk, a sun to greet

The clouds flew, and rain forsaked.

The mind scorched, the lands dried

The air torched, and patience tried.

No anger boils, now getting cold.

Inner turmoils, what emptiness holds.

The weather chilled, the fog hung low.

The days grow short, the leaves slain.

Cold weather in tow, my heart left unfilled.

These emotions wane, though time brings forth.

A bitter cold, and snow so white.

The ground slick, covered in ice.

Though emotions cold, and happiness frozen.

Perhaps the following season, happiness is chosen.