some feeling, hard to describe so simply. like dancing in the rain, like an echo in emptiness, like tranquil silence, like running hand in hand and looking back with a smile, like nighttime rooftops, like smoking cigarettes, like staying up all night, like skin touching skin, like a cold breeze blowing your hair, like smiling on the edge of a tall building, like talking for hours and never getting bored. emotions are a perplexing concept, best explained by a collage of snippets. it is my opinion that each feeling sends you hurtling into a different world, an abyss of things that mean something. one word may universalize an emotion, but one such as happy can be millions of worlds for only one person, and different millions for another. is it human flaw to feel? no, it is human beauty, and very few human things are beautiful. naming a feeling is akin to asking for a summary of a novel in one word. technically, it is doable, but it can be applied to an uncountable number of other novels. no, emotions shouldn't be named, only felt, because no word could ever even begin to describe it. emotions are not, and were never, meant to be easy.
