I love emotions.

The fast paced beat of adrenaline as butterflies in your blow dust into you mouth, fear and curiosity and nervousness.

The gut wrenching, tear inducing pain that comes with the failures you have been dealt, as the rest don't even realize your pain, depression and self-loathing.

The buzzing red in your ears and ache in your palms to hit something as your sibling says something obnoxious or the boy next you decides to be sexist, anger, unyielding pure rage.

A blanket of warmth in those sun shining, moon light moments, whether in a car seat, singing it like a music video star, or holding the hand of a loved one, peace and utter joy. Love.

Life is all these. Some more than others. But it is the sadness and anger and joy and anxiety that makes a person. You deal.

You live.

And then you regret ever regretting life.

                                                
                                                                            Love,  A


~ November, 2o16

Books:

Embers: HIATUS

Dear Ace,: HIATUS

White-Sand: Completed