They have the power to create, to destroy and leave a trace. All at once. And there are moments when you become overhelmed by them to such an extent that you cannot express them. None.
Not even a sentence. But they persist. They take you back to the past, reminding you that you have felt them before. It does not mean you know how to change them. You are just standing there and waiting, for them to project, develop or eventually fade away. You can wait as long as you can or want to. They are irrelevant to time, and to everyone or everything else that yields them. They are relevant only to you. Feelings offered you the responsibility of choosing between longing and avoidance, reluctance and eagerness. They gifted you power. To create, destoy or be.
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