Punch me, slap me, knock me down. I won't feel it...I'll make no sound. Kiss me, hold me, caress my skin. I won't feel it...Why do it then? Come hail or sleet or stinging rain, I'll not be moved...I'll feel no pain. Come gentle breeze and flow...But why? You'll be black crayon over night sky. Petrified or soft as clay? In which mode should I stay?
Reason for writing:
I was asking myself if it would be better not to feel
the intensity of emotion I do and be emotionally numb,
then I couldn't get hurt. When I feel such intensity
of emotion, I get hurt sometimes, but I also experience
the good things fully and intensely. You can't have one
without the other...Yen & Yang.
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