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?
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The meniscus of the substance was almost torn apart as the repercussion waved outwards and then inwards stirring the core.
Rambling followed and gradually hushed on its own.
It was as though this small vessel would shatter bit by bit from that spreading point of touch but it didn't.
Thereby, the substance stayed within safe and sound.
Then, the surface returned to its calm and there laid the flux clouded within the substance.
Laying dormant was the core once more.
Sensing those efforts, I might want to give thanks from the bottom of my heart.
Hitherto, I couldn't keep a grasp of the touch.
Pardon my handicap.
Labels: They called it "chim"