Apples aren’t always poisonous

I feel like carving out my heart like an apple. Slowly picking the skin off bit by bit.

Feeling satisfied that I’m stripping layers of it away. Fibrous layers that are too hard to chew, too hard to get through.

Needing to feel the rawness concealed by those layers to feel the smooth, softness that it originally had to begin with.

Maybe it’s not that soft to begin with.

But I’m sure it didn’t start out tough to chew on right away. It didn’t start out with a tough shell that occasionally gets stuck between your teeth, all bothersome to pull out.

It started with a seed. A seed that grows into a flower that grows into an apple that hangs from a tree.

You forget that you were as pure as a seed and as velvety as a blossoming flower at one point.

Don’t let yourself be defined by just your outer layers. No. You developed a tough exterior to protect yourself.

But that doesn’t mean your softness has left you too.

Reminders to your tired heart

There is no need to carry a steady stream of logic when all you’ll be left with is a feeling.

A feeling that serves your memory rather than a thought that defines it.

Logic forgets that unreasonable thinking also exists.

That it is also just as valuable.

That often times the joys of reality are are rooted in things that logic can’t explain–

Places where only emotion and feeling can caress your exhausted heart.

Embrace your heart a little tighter,

Rather than forcefully mold your brain into the sculpture logic prescribes you to be.