Now you have a handle on it.

Some feelings bump into you, say excuse me and move on.

Just a phase.

Others, attach themselves to the deepest parts of your spirit.

Like a fatal disease.

There’s little to no guarantee on which feelings live and which disintegrate.

Therein lies the question: Are they truly worthy of your candid affection?

And is the fight to obtain them, significant?

Can I have a handle on your thoughts?