You’d have better luck storing rain in your mouth
Steadying quiet clouds with your eyes
Alive
Mere perfection doesn’t exist I see
No
And the cake is a lie
It’s the desire to interject
And infuse
Which I push against
Yourself insinuating from which I hide
This look says me
Let me feel my feelings felt
Or else there is no point left alive
A name would be too personal here. But I will say that there was once a time, when my intuition was very right about something. And in that moment, I felt awful about life. Because I knew what was happening, and yet the other person, who was supposed to reassure me of such, only furthered the deception and tried to comfort me with kindness, not truth. Which is something, to me, that is super personal. Don't forcibly stop my feelings felt, unless you have a **** good reason for doing so.
Just Let Me Feel My Feelings Sometimes. That to me, is humanity.
