Orbital Emotion
Am I a conglomerate of feelings, one meant to demonstrate the full
range of all emotion? But how? Is this possible?
Daily to express the range of human emotion?
Is this human emotion, or that of some other?
This cannot be normality! If anger, if rage destroy, then why am I
still existing? If sadness and depression are suicidal, why do I stand
in this place?
The range of such feelings, emotions, provocations is not fathomable by
any. What then is the conclusion of the matter? Is there a
conclusion? Is there even a matter to be concluded?
If I am one of honor, why does any not exist, why is there no nobility,
no chivalry of any kind? Was I bought forth to be an oxymoron? To
show that one today with such a heading could not be so? Is anything
vanity?
These utterances bring no comfort to the orbit of my mind.
They only complicate an already undeterminable cell of matter.
Why is there no comfort? Procedure is followed, formula taken, but no
change, no result. Am I so unaffected that no medicated solution
bought forth will intoxicate me?
Copyright © Timon Odom | Year Posted 2007
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