Emotions. Yuck. To feel, is to thrust. Through walls that protected us, from pain attached to distrust. But. I gotta. Feel it to heal it and be willing to admit my dealings with low vibes from low tides to get to high tides before time decides to get petrified, frozen in time. If I decline my healing process I'm, declining the preferred lifestyle I envision in my mind. My profile is extensive. Expensive. Energetically. Protective, about me. So no, i don't wanna see, don't wanna be, don't wanna hear nothin bout nothin if it's a gut punch. That's. Just. Ego. But my heart knows. My soul knows. My soul needs, to feel, emotions, to heal. As we proceed... Written by: Tiera Porter-House #randompoet #emotions #feelings