emotions
the purest human thought
so many course through
you at once
trap you
set you free
clear thoughts
confuse them
hide them?
show them?
hatred, no anger
coursing through my veins
love, the thing that distinguishes
humans from animals
how and when to display it?
what type to give a person
judgement clouded
love, the confuser
the maker
a gift given to us from above
but yet can never be explained

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Scarlatan, in the year 351 AF.