What are feelings really?
Here I am wanting to shut such an aspect of myself… an aspect of humankind
– like fish flowing to the brain with a rush to the blood
Blurring in the ecstacy towards a state of shock, excitement, and sorrow
Happy
Gloomy
… and moody
Just drowning more and more into the existence of nowhere and nothingness
A state of pride and confidence
A confusing mix of emotions tossing back and forth from hell and heaven– a sense of contentment and frustration
Like rain, sun, and wind transpiring all at once… united cohesively into one element
Such a sight for no eyes to bare
The heat from the sun burns black, evaporating into bleakness
The bitterness in my gut burns better than a firestorm, no heat could compare
The anger… the torture that burns into unhealing scars… scars me
On and on
No sense of direction
What’s the point of having feelings?
What purpose does it serve?