Prompt : Let's Minichu On Feelings
We feel before we understand— a reflex jolt to a flame not predicted nor planned. Feelings are weather in the mind— drifting on wind and tide, popping up unsigned. What we feel is a sign, an inward emotional clue— to a puzzle seeking design. What the soul does not know, rears up bearing borrowed masks, from the deep, dark place below. Read the pulses with care, for feelings are rebellious with truth laid bare there. We call feelings fate, when the shadowy hand within unlatches the gate. Weathering a feeling welling up from heart and soul requires re-shuffling, re-dealing.
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