Web of emotions.
"I was sitting up at 3am with my mind's eye peering into the tangled web of emotions that has woven itself in my subconscious. I wish things weren't so stupidly complicated all the time, because it makes me feel insane and ridiculous (add that to the web).
Like honour and maybe even love, emotions belong to that category of things that cease to exist once we stop thinking about them. That's what I'd like to believe. But every fragment of my subconscious thought that straggles its way to my awareness passes through that web, stretching it to fit through the holes, and on some level of the complex high-rise building that is my heart, I do feel these disturbances.
I think.. this is a case of wallowing. I should switch off the emotions now."
Like honour and maybe even love, emotions belong to that category of things that cease to exist once we stop thinking about them. That's what I'd like to believe. But every fragment of my subconscious thought that straggles its way to my awareness passes through that web, stretching it to fit through the holes, and on some level of the complex high-rise building that is my heart, I do feel these disturbances.
I think.. this is a case of wallowing. I should switch off the emotions now."