A girl was to praise feelings;
One day, she felt really sad, so she clung to the sorrow and got drunk on every drop, on each tear.
She didn’t speak it, didn’t eat it, didn’t run it or live it through a movie screen.
She just lived it and simply was it.
She feared losing the feeling and so she adored it,
appreciated it and overdosed on it,
Because she figured it would be much better than hollow of nothingness,
much better than feeling nothing at all, she thought.
And so she became it.
That was the story of a girl who got ran over by a feeling…
