Feel.

Emotions are a strange thing.
How does one explain their emotions?
I do not know.
That is why I do not aspire to be a novelist, or any writer for that matter. I am completely unable to describe feelings.

For example, here I am at 2:16 a.m.
I have nothing to be doing. (except sleeping) Yet, I am unable to get my brain to rest.
So when I got out of bed 16 minutes ago, I had the intent to write down my emotions, so that my brain would be cleared.
With this great intent came the inability to think of anything at all.

So then I decided to attempt to write a post on what emotion was, and how it defined our lives. But I couldn't. Because I had no idea as to what my emotion and feeling that led me to do this was.

Regardless of what it was I felt that I had much to think about.
And that feeling led me write a post that has absolutely no depth. Or meaning. Or any cohesiveness.


And it is because of this strange, continuous feeling that I have so much to think about.

--Kylie Anne--