what were to happen if we felt what we wanted to?
would it be a blessing or a curse
or would i be left with a blank verse
for every song that i wrote remembering someone that threw my heart away?sure, elation would be in every particle we breathe,
and anger wouldn't have to be hidden in your chest as it tries to billow out of your mouth and grow into clouds of storms.
i mean, you would want that right?
you would never feel hurt, you'd never have your heart broken.despair would not be known, and tears would not exist.
and maybe the silence wouldn't seem too quiet as we think it is.
every brick wall we see would be made from jubilee,
and hatred would never have been created, never be a threat to what a beautiful soul.but what about the guilt that comes with wounding innocents?
what about the pang in your chest that you're supposed to feel when you receive a call at 3am from someone you swore you would never let inside your soul again?
would you let yourself feel what you want to feel to the point that you would not feel remorse?
remorse for ill-treating a soul who has only wanted to heal those around him?would you let yourself be okay with allowing someone to mistreat you?
just because you can choose what to feel about it, without knowing its damage?how could you differentiate what is happiness from sadness?
how could you differentiate what is right from wrong when you do not experience what are the consequences of both?if we were to feel what we wanted to feel, we would all be more dangerous than what we seem to be.
i could be wrong, but i guess, sometimes,
it's okay for me to feel empty.do you know what you want to feel and what you're supposed to feel?
Note: I have risen from the dead. How is everyone doing? :)
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