In my life, there are many things/ people that I hold very dearly, may it be worldly possessions or friends. During my journey of life, truely beyond my control, some may be lost on the way while others may choose to stay. Time will take a standstill as I savour the sweetness of the goodwill tidings or when I was totally devour by the sadness of the loss.
As such, feelings is incomprehensible and impausible. It comes from within, it speaks no words, it has no form. It does not inform you of its existence and yet it leaves no notice of leaving. At times, it is strong and unbeaten like a hero in a battle. Other times it is soft and delicate, needing shelter and protection like a child looking for comfort in her mother's bosom.
Feelings is akin to a bowl of salad. It can be bland, dull and unpalatable which signifies sadness. It can also be colourful and exceptionally sweet when you are in love. It can also be a mixture which explains the dilemma and irony of life. Driving you in a state of confusion.
What kind of salad do you have in your bowl right now?
Me = 
***with intense emotions and quirky thoughts, moi churn out this blog***