the heart.

"a man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds.
and when the weeds begin to grow it’s like a garden full of snow.
and when the snow begins to fall, it’s like a bird upon the wall.
and when the bird away does fly, it’s like an eagle in the sky.
and when the sky begins to roar, it’s like a lion at the door.
and when the door begins to crack, it’s like a stick across your back.
and when your back begins to smart, it’s like a penknife in your heart.
and when your heart begins to bleed, you’re dead, and dead, and dead indeed."
-james lucas scott