Truly Felt

I feel dull, I feel wrong, I feel maudlin. I feel sentimental and there’s a strange melancholy setting in. What is it?
I feel empty and barren, somehow, like the woods that have long not been threaded into. I feel overwhelmed too, somehow, like a soup bowl that has been ruined at the end moment by adding too much pepper, or salt or water.
I now feel an unprecedented calm set in, against all the waring emotions struggling to be known, I feel the peace that often accompanies sadness come in and gently let her loose, flowing dress cover my chest, my heart, and my ribcage.
Shizuka, that’s called in Japanese. Peace and quiet.
There is chaos and there’s quiet.

*Image by Caroline Alfreds

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