emotions
there is something, is it in me, is it off me, or just me, a pulse, a wave, a sound, not a word, yet is something, now quite a scream, something, strange.
there is something, nameless, formless, something dark, with shimmers of light, born but unnamed, hatched chaotic yet untamed, something odd, raw and rude, maybe a song, or just a life, obscure and just tod.
something unborn, a precursor, of what came my love, my hate and my pride.
a seedling, into it's first shoot, a spark, creating it's first fire, a note, playing the music of it's first some.
there is a birth, a birth of what i feel, to my love, to my hatred, to my anger, to my pride.
there is a birth. the birth of my emotions, maybe i love, maybe i smile, maybe i cry, maybe i shy, but there is birth, of an unknown, on me, in me, off me a sapling that grows onto something else a bud; flowering into emotions, beyond the vastness of my understanding, beyond me.
there in me, where it grows, impression from thousand, and one it bestows, and there it grows, this is how my emotion flows.