When you feel something you don't want, whether it's liking someone or hating someone, you want to bottle this infernal feeling up and toss it somewhere no one can find, preferably the ocean.
So you take this feeling and you shove it into a tiny bottle with stained glass sides and a flimsy cork stopper. You stuff all these feelings into this tiny, delicate bottle and with all your might, you throw it into a chasm or an ocean or a forest or somewhere.
And life continues. You move on. For about a week before the feeling slithers its way out of this tiny bottle and tracks you again and latches on, refusing to let go until you confronted it, acknowledged its existence, allowed it to rule your life.
Then, you fight back. You force yourself to defeat this nightmare of a feeling. And if you're strong enough, you kill it off, like water with a fire.
But you won't be able to move on because you're already hurt.
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Random Bits of My Brain
De TodoI'm just writing down story ideas I got and bits of dialogue that I can't string into a book. Maybe I'll make this into a the journal of a character from a book I write but for the times being, here is some odd thoughts from my brain. Enjoy the sane...
