There are times in life we feel chased, chased by the of past consequence, and innate and beliefs,
We try hard to things from falling apart. Do our possible. Are and mindful. day, it may seem the is against us.
We ourselves, And find we never realized, We could reach and day, ourselves.
But are crucial moments, where things to break down, and a torrent of breaks out, and this of beliefs, such a feeling of displeasure, that your being, until you want to want to give up, and let take its course.
"Anything I do, change things," you to yourself. And if moment passes quickly, it may you untouched.
In though, you yourself trapped, and quite aware, any means of "escaping", will not affairs, you to run away.
To whose minds, or willingly, settle in a despair, and cope with life's complications,
And to those, who know the concerns and fears will them, wherever go:
There is one difference, between who, are enough, to get up more, and through the barriers, and who run away, and trapped.
It is the shock, of emotions, that us away, and us; leaving us wounded and our unfortunate lifestyles.
But those who walk life, with wounds hurt, at the slightest and are not bothered, by ugliness, not by the remembered and not of how many more scars, disfigure them, are the who are released, to feel again, and even more.
And the next wave, what was a torrent, of emotion, a colorful, complex and compelling palette, of and feelings, us the ability to create and combine, not a synesthesia of the senses, but also the - Synemotion.