Emotions, Love and Hate

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Love's last pain;
It is everything.
It is nothing.
It is unbearable.
Love;
It is unbearable.
It is everything.
It is nothing.
Hate;
It is nothing.
It is unbearable.
It is everything.
Emotions are sometimes like being caught in a rip. You can't fight it, and if you anchor yourself to it, it will sink you.
You could kick and scream, dragging the next or closest person to you under to keep yourself afloat, but surely this results in you being alone and worse off than when you started.
If you let it take you out, eventually it will allow you to swim back to shore.
Love's last pain;
It is everything.
It is nothing.
It is unbearable.
Love;
It is unbearable.
It is everything.
It is nothing.
Hate;
It is nothing.
It is unbearable.
It is everything.
Emotions are sometimes like being caught in a rip. You can't fight it, and if you anchor yourself to it, it will sink you.
You could kick and scream, dragging the next or closest person to you under to keep yourself afloat, but surely this results in you being alone and worse off than when you started.
If you let it take you out, eventually it will allow you to swim back to shore.
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.