I have more emotions than there are cultures in the world. Some days I feel like I can't breathe. I'm a fish out of water craving for the sea, flipping and flopping until I suddenly stop trying to survive. It's as if I swallowed a razor blade, my throat burning, aching for the sweet air to end my misery.
And some days I feel like I am the ocean. A great vast body of water. I cry and cry because I am filled with such beauties yet I can't uncover them myself.
Other days I miss my own soul. I feel tangled. I'm a vine which twists and entwines, growing on a brick wall as tall as my own insecurities, searching for my long lost self.
On rare days, and these days come as often as a moon shines blue against the midnight sky, I feel so happy. The word itself doesn't even describe the sensation that tingles and spreads throughout my body, my veins. I have the sun absorbed in myself, bursting out beams of luminescent light. I'm a supernova, ready to explode and destroy myself from the very core.
And sometimes I remember that we live in a world so riveting, yet inhabits the most awful souls with just a sprinkling of the pure. And then I am immediately blue again.
The color of the sky on a rainy day; a painstakingly awful grey-blue. And I can feel my tiresome soul shake underneath my ribs, dying to be free to live, just not inside of this body.