In the vast expanse of a lifetime, the heart holds so much—dreams, desires, and the echoes of countless moments. In a single day, an hour, or a fleeting moment, we carry a world within us, a world that remains utterly open to no one. Not to those who brought us into this world, nor to those we choose as partners, lovers, or friends. We may open the windows of our souls to others, but in the end, we dwell alone within the house of the heart. Perhaps it is necessary, a shield against the fear of a heart constantly wounded. … Continue reading Human heart …