the cut stings the most when its from the ones you love
Its a strange thing when i can clear my mind of so much just from one bus ride. Looking out at all those people, watching their every emotion and reaction. There was a lady last night who sat adjacent from me. She was old with silver hair and simple dress. In her hand she held a bag with an Auntie Anne pretzel in it. She delicately kept taking a piece out at a time, not really looking up. When I really took a look at her face a shot ran through my blood and into my head. This happens often. In her eyes was not sorrow or pain, but not happiness either. She by far wasn't rich and you cold tell that that preztel was something she decided on because she really craved one. It was a treat to herself. This feeling, this emotion i drew out of her. I do it all the time. Its not a psychic thing. I don't claim to know exactly what they feel or are or do. But I feel an emotion from people. I'm not naive or conceited enough to believe its a power i posses. I believe its something everyone can do. Its part of empathy. Being able to put yourself in someone's shoes and imagine how you would feel if the same thing happened to you. Its not always saddness but happy stuff as well. This absorbsion of emotion fills my body. it clouds my own emotion and thoughts and feelings.
to be continued when the thoughts are back.
to be continued when the thoughts are back.