My fingers hover over the keyboard.
Contemplating.
Fumbling on sentences and words to interchange into something worthwhile.
Multiple sighs escape as line after line is deleted from the white abyss.
So much time was spent trying to think of what emotion was present at the time.
And so often was there nothing.
Using emotion was like changing a shirt.
Acting and reacting to things.
Colors and auras  blend and clash.
Its haunting.
Knowing when to execute a laugh.
perfectly.
I was more lost than I dare even dream.
And although being fluid led to here.
I cant help but wonder.
Why I acquired them at all.
Like clockwork I am refreshed with the concept.
For truly understanding sorrow.
Pain.
Despair.
Hatred...
Only then can the latter.
Not only be acknowledged.
But understood