Whose Bloody Business?

Logic said. I was to follow my head. Not my heart or the whispers of little old witches. My brain said that it had all the facts at disposal. And, that its job was to think. My heart was more timid, so it accepted that it was to beat only, and to mind its own bloody business. Yet, at night sometimes, my heart cried, tiny tears of blood, which were real but didn't attract any stares. And my heart realised that its priorities were different from those of the brain. And that there was no one to judge. So, it turned out as it always does, when the crossroads appear out of nowhere. You choose with your head, laughing about it as you step right into it. And, across the miles and years of fulfilled expectations, you notice, one night, and it wakes you from your righteous sleep: A rumble. And with ears hardened by pain, ears that stifle a yawn, you listen at last. And only your heart can tell you if there is still time.