Senseless?

The Herculean effort of making the way to that cold deserted castle, to catch a glimpse of the unwanted rag doll... the prince's action spoke volumes. There may be no emotions on the rag doll's steely expression, it being a toy and couldn't express anything at all, save for sitting silently in that cobweb-infiltrated corner... its heart yearning longingly for that pair of warm hands to tenderly lift it up and away from that murky past...

The heart is a strange place. Constantly deluging humans in a myriad of colourful spells. Enchanted, we walk into the maze.. upright positive we can make our ways out. As we delve deeper, we get sucked into the puzzling pathways. At times, we stood rooted to a spot . Out of fear, for a breather, pondering for the next step or even enthralled by some philosophies on the walls.

Some may find their ways out faster, others linger longer... because they feel an affinity for the maze, the spells... as much mind-boggling as they are. The exact feeling of being alive when one gets enveloped by the spells.. from exhilaration to deep pain and suffering. It beats keeping a clear mind and always exacting a cool rationality.. because life is not a series of clear lines where we can always pre-empt how our controlled actions can give us the best consequence. Lines are blurred and stepped over constantly..

My belief may differ from yours, because I chose to let my feelings take over me.. It may not enjoyable at all each time, but i think this is what makes me human. I crave for comforting words sometimes, instead of sound-minded rational advice.. because my nerves long to be soothed before rationale can set in.

I don't make sense at all, do I?