ChatterBank0 min ago
Love
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I am a man, I am intelligent, I am a person, I am kind, I am patient, I am loving.
I am cold, I am calculating, I am a liar, I am selfish, I am a person, I am emotional.
What follows no-one will ever know or suspect, it is secret and hidden and more to the point, I am normal, adjusted, strong, and in control.
When I am alone, and unfortunately, although rarely, when I am not, -
I feel the feeling, welling up like a warm ocean, pushing up through me towards the back of my eyes just waiting to spill out like a wave of shimmering mist. Music, emotion, a memory, it's as if these things lower a hook deep inside and pull out from those depths the most beautiful thing ever felt, and then I cry, or fight back the tears.
Tears of emotion not sadness. Emotion for everything, everything beautiful, which is everything.
For a brief moment, emotion for this existence rules me, and then it is gone. I'm left cold, just wishing for it again, nothing else matters. I know it will come again, I can feel the beginning and then it flows, like a drug, why can I not feel this all the time? I'm shattered, broken, like a cracked vase remaining in one piece, whole but not whole.
I'm not a writer, I'm not a poet. I am an artist, and a day dreamer. Perhaps the most emotional day dreamer in existence based on what I can see, which isn't a lot. This is a call to all who may read this. Are we all the same? Does this happen to you?
I am cold, I am calculating, I am a liar, I am selfish, I am a person, I am emotional.
What follows no-one will ever know or suspect, it is secret and hidden and more to the point, I am normal, adjusted, strong, and in control.
When I am alone, and unfortunately, although rarely, when I am not, -
I feel the feeling, welling up like a warm ocean, pushing up through me towards the back of my eyes just waiting to spill out like a wave of shimmering mist. Music, emotion, a memory, it's as if these things lower a hook deep inside and pull out from those depths the most beautiful thing ever felt, and then I cry, or fight back the tears.
Tears of emotion not sadness. Emotion for everything, everything beautiful, which is everything.
For a brief moment, emotion for this existence rules me, and then it is gone. I'm left cold, just wishing for it again, nothing else matters. I know it will come again, I can feel the beginning and then it flows, like a drug, why can I not feel this all the time? I'm shattered, broken, like a cracked vase remaining in one piece, whole but not whole.
I'm not a writer, I'm not a poet. I am an artist, and a day dreamer. Perhaps the most emotional day dreamer in existence based on what I can see, which isn't a lot. This is a call to all who may read this. Are we all the same? Does this happen to you?
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