Hello, emotions.
What am I going to do with you?
Piling up, filling up and taking up the role for my legitimate cognitive processes.
Rewarding me with unrestrained happy dramas in front of my eyes, but granting approval as only my takeaway dinner.
I feel like an assassin receiving and accepting unspoken encores.
Unheard of.
Aye, emotions.
What am I going to do without you?
Labels: They called it "chim"