Shorts. The Feels.
Have you ever felt the feels?
Do you ever get the creeping, sinking feels? They appear with little warning and once you’re in their sights, you have no choice but to face them.
The dark ones that creep in like smoke crawling under the door stop, wafting and wavering around your head and into your ears?
Do you ever feel the feels that wrap its tentacle arms around you, squeezing tighter and tighter with every breath?
Do the feels ever grab your heels and dig them in to the ground, holding you to the very spot you are trying to run from?
Does the dark coddling smoke push through your chest wall, threading itself between the lobes of your lungs, crystallizing them into place?
What about your stomach? Do the feels fester and swirl at a rapid pace, contracting and heaving outward?
Could the feels decimate your bones? Yes, they grind them down with the truth of pain and lies leaving nothing but a weak frame of hope.
Do these feels atrophy your muscles, hardening them into stone walls making you an un-moveable, un-flexible statue?
Did the feels turn your heart to stone, creating a massive growth unable to tolerate, unwilling to accept, any new emotions?
Do the feels engulf your hands, webbing them together and removing their ability to help and create?
Did the feels ruin everything, taking control of everything you had left, leaving you clawing and clamoring for reality as you knew it?
Do the feels ever leave, returning you to the way they found you? Or do they just leave your life gray and dim?
Have you ever felt the feels?
