Feelings are feelings
They aren't right or wrong.
Sometimes wanna hide in
an empty glass bottle
Sometimes wanna scream
Like a Gusty wind.
It drifts like an unstoppable
River flow
Sometimes freeze at
0° degree snow
Sometimes it grows up
like wild grass.
Sometimes it is a brilliant
Student of class.
It's gruelling, exhausting,
Perplex to understand.
Yet Simple, effortless,
Undemanding & grand.