Feelings

Most of us put up a wall. Some of us tear it down when we are in love. For other reasons some of us block them out, put a lock on them.

Feelings, nothing more than feelings. I've been accused of, and sometimes self identify as an "experiencer". Someone who did or does things, just to see how they feel. Listing them all would be pretty confessional, and not all that good to do in a public space.

But as someone who cries at poetry or the national anthem, who instantly gets ready to fight when they feel like someone is being unfair..... just..... what I'm trying to say is that I "FEEL". I feel.

And as part of that feeling, I don't like weed, alcohol, nicotine, caffeine or whatever to mask, amplify or change my feelings. I want what comes from within me to a a pure fountain, a well spring of authentic "ME".

Many things can elicit a response from me, and if I'm going to revel in it, feel it, show it then I want it to be as true and honest as possible.

To live. To know. To feel.

*To which I say a great deal of personal hell must come from not feeling. Dead inside truly is an apt description as it's the opposite of living one's life. Followed up with the classic, "Don't confuse my kindness with weakness".