And sometimes this heart is concoction of sentiments, sparsed but profound. The fumes of longings and half complete fancies. The soul is just stucked between absolute and unfinished desires. The torch of fulfilled cravings makes soul saturated and the flames of bisected ones turns the soul into ashes.
Life runs between these two extremities, soul yells at both. Its an unending marathon of triggers generated by highs and lows. Some people will speak their stories of having bones charred out of sorrows and a few will be as if they've won a gold horn.
Emotions depict the ongoings of a person's life. Minimized or maximized blessings, unending sort of war and hurricanes of loss. Sometimes i feel i step onto a checkerboard floor, on and off! Winning a war or giving up on it. But it goes on....