My Marylin Monroe Effect

 It seems as if every pain has been felt. Every single truth has been unfolded and no mystery exists. Every event has been celebrated, discussed to depth and we are living life as it demands to be lived.

My dear emotions,

We have lost each other in a dignified silence. Staring at each other, creating holes and bubbles to live in, we ceased to be the incredible us. It is not invincibility. It is a resistance to not kindle rebellion. It is an endeavour of being composed and gentle when there is an immense passion is held within.

Oppression, agression, compassion and anxiety- I feel nothing. I do not feel ignited. 

I am an old, pale and cold towards my feeling and I feel sorry for this.