On Feelings

Allow yourself to feel.
Anything.
Everything.
Feel the deepest, unspoke, and unexplainable love,
Feel hate and rage against anything disagreeable with fathomless passion,
Feel dreaded mourning as you allow tears to flow even in rain,
Feel the sadness and loneliness of a broken and destroyed heart,
The sadness of a death, the only thing permanent on earth, feel
The mourning of a lost friendship. One of treasured memories and organic feel, feel
The hate of betrayal from family endlessly trusted, feel
The love spoken of by poets like Shakespeare and Keats.
Allow yourself to feel.
A Brave New World.
One of eternal feeling
Even if it means the end of us.
Feeling. It's what makes us human.
Love, hate, jealousy, pride, envy.
They may all one day be the end of us,
But what a poetic and beautiful end it will be.
Feel. Feel. Feel. Feel until you can't feel anything at all.