Emotions are mean things...
The more you want them under control, the more they rebel...
They always do so during cold chilly days...
when rain drops shower the earth like snow flakes to the four seasoned countries...
So the emotions soar.... dancing their ritual dance at the start... stabbing the heart as it plays its rhythm...
the narrowing of valves in which those emotions had wanted to suffocate the whole being...
But now the troop is weakening but still the heart is vulnerable as tougher veins take time to grow...
the stabs that emotions throw during sudden and unexpected blows like that are battled by the getting-used-to...
And then stabs of emotions became an art... a bitter art to be appreciated and enjoyed... only the one who experience it knows the bitter joys... A melancholy...
A fading joy of pain...
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