Is there ever truly a word for what we're feeling?
How does 'sad' equate to any amount of hopelessness in my heart? Or the 'anger' within me that feels nothing short of rage? Emotions aren't finite, they change without terms.
They collide and collapse into endless waves of one another in such a way that can never precisely be described.
The adequacy of words for emotions will always fall short...
For not everything is meant to be completely understood.
Tag: Emotions
The Hedge
It's getting harder to notice where you hit the hedge with your car.
It took a few years, but it's branches are beginning to burst and bloom.
It's sharp pine needles finally flourishing and filling in the gaps that your hood had left.
Now even the scarred foliage seems to be smirking at what you did.
It's triumph much more than just another act of nature.
Guests
Like unwanted party guests the thoughts arrive, casually striding in together to fuck with my mind. They're compulsive, intrusive, and highly erratic, depressive, manipulative, and obscenely manic. They've had no invite or welcoming at all, yet they play in my head like a reckless free-for-all. They'll take what they can until they've had enough, while I watch from the corner sitting silently in disgust. For I can't get them out or exonerate their presence, so patiently I just wait for their eventual evanescence.
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