dissonant waltz

i feel at times that my energy cycle is always a recombining dimension of the american revolutionary war, where there is a great upheaval of one dominating force by the opposition. for reasons i am unable to explain, my mind and heart are commonly at odds against each other, scraping together each's reserves to perform this quite sloppy coup d’état. more often then not, i believe the mind to be the overdog. i believe that the heart unleashes its loudest war cries, yet somehow, it heeds the decree of the mind's ambition, becomes soft and quiet, and transforms into not a pain felt by the sympathetic ear, but a google entry, with an extensive exposition. and the mind...an untamed griffin, with no sense of pathos, frantic at night and haggard during day, desperately scouting for it's identity. oh how they may unite.