The price one places upon the heart, there is no price that anyone can name that would go beyond what should be consider.
Quite known the facts that some to none understand what I mean by price and value of a heart.
Blood is blood, red as the maple leaf, casting it's veil of crimson whispers in the night, as all we do is listen.
Shear questions chip away upon the iceberg of existance as value is questioned over and over again. But really it is the value we feel within ourselves that matters. And to those that we feel closest to us.
The value of others to there own opinions means what? Nothing to the one whom values him/her(self). Just shear guidance and realization that the existance of value belongs to us not to those whom surround us.
