Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Wednesday, October 31, 2007
the third


The rain is pouring outside, a perfect night.

There's still too much bottled up inside.

This little discourse concerns emotions.

As much as I like to rationalize some actions, it's hard to explain something like feelings. There's just no linguistic facility that can adequately convey them.

So, there's really no rationalizing how I feel. A good feeling is a good feeling because it makes you feel like you want more of it, a bad one tells you never to repeat it again.

But what happens when it's a bittersweet reaction that wants you to experience it again, and simultaneously waves a knife at you in defiance. Weird huh?

Then there's those that leave you unsure of the next step, that you have to obey just because you cannot defy, but you know it's right. Just like an impulse, that makes you do certain things you might regret, but then again, not doing them is a regret.

It becomes even more interesting when the rest of the world gets thrown in for the ride. Now, you don't have yourself to contend with, you have everyone else!

Golly.

Then these emotions start getting names. Jealousy, anger, fear, uncertainty, joy, association, camaraderie, liking and love.

This should have probably been saved for perusal by certain chosen individuals, but there's not holding it back this night.

This changes nothing yet it might change everything. It's a duplex of sorts, which outcome is far from determined. It really takes 2 to clap.

I'm still looking for clues out there, just as you might be.


Gavin pondered @ 00:23


Under the layers of dust