this and that

don't ask, and i won't tell. sometimes you have to come to terms with the reality of that which lives inside of you. i'm tired. i'm tired of the war that my mind and heart are playing. i'm exhausted by having to voice out commands to shut them both up. why does one get it and another doesn't. who is right? is anyone right? why do things go right when they are actually supposed to be wrong? but wait...who desides they are wrong? we do. we make the choices. we make the decisions. we decipher the rights from them wrongs. we are at the service to the kings, which are our emotions. it's a whole nother world in there. all we do is play out actions told to us. and sometimes its fun but most times its not. and you know why? because no one is perfect at this game. and that's why this is a game because if it was perfect, then nobody would be sick in this world. sick of life. sick of people. sick of pathetic situations. sick of sucky pasts. sick of love. but that's ok. because nothing is this or that in life...it's those. it's those people, those feelings, those occurrences, those expectations, those events. and it's up to you to make that great wall. to separate those into this and that. to let the right people with the this's to match your that's. but till then, heart don't ask mind wats wrong and mind won't tell heart.