Friday, September 04, 2009

Emotions, often we tag them with things we feel, be it joy, anger, frustration, melancholy or indifference. We tag them with people, such as women. We associate them to be the driving force, and the killing blow to our passions hopes and dreams. Indeed they are the building blocks of such verves. Yes indeed.

We must look at Emotions, and learn to grow and accept them as part of our brain's way of conversing with us. When you feel a deep growling feeling inside your stomach, it is its way of communicating with you. So too, emotions with brains. Subconsciously, we are geniuses inside. Our subconscious is able to foresee and analyse things that would otherwise bog down our minute conscious brain. When you're in red mist, it's probably a feeling that someone or something has stepped into your comfort zone for too long and too painful, that you feel the need to throw out the wordbombs.

I am a victim of emotive actions, no longer. They drive me, they guide me, I understand them.

Then again, no go, cowgirl. Confounding charms give the wayward directions to my mind. I have sobered up since then. I was overwhelmed in my buildup of the last post, that I misinterpreted it for such dangerous thoughts and feelings. Halfway through my poem, it reminds me of that one I did her. Roses are red, violets are blue. Hahaha such comedy gold last forever. But yes, I can't and I won't. It's two years, long and hard. Its not going to happen, I need some self-control. Someone rein in the studs! >if you do make the first move though..





That's all folks,

Good night 
SiYuan at 2:42 PM