I doubt how could I ever express a story that I have never define but just felt .I wish I was strong enough that I would write down my tragic story on to some white pages in black ink. But might be then my blood would have stopped flowing through my veins cause my blood would be the ink but my heart would never be the paper. But I guess every definition has a Devine limitations , isn't define is to limit. But something that could never be define would it have a limit to it's limitations,I doubt that. May be a story without definition might not be just limitless or just more than just an ordinary limited Tragidy.
In a conflict between heart and the brain, I usually prefer to choose my heart and I does the same each and every time. But I was never aware of the fact that choosing my heart over my brain might lead in the battle of killing my heartbeat, while the blood continued to flow through my veins along the same coordinating beat with a heartbeat.