Thoughts on feelings.
|Feelings, soft marshmallow morsels covered in spines, like the prickly pear of a delicious cacti.
Feelings, to share only with the deepest of friends, or the despised, for trusting is utmost for some and of no consequence for others.
Feelings, hot, burning torture, yet to be a warm healing antidote, when in touched.
Feelings, forgotten, searched for and not found, remembered, that cannot be erased.
Feelings, often times unwanted, yet necessary to explore, for an indepth knowledge of one's self.