I sit here wondering what is real?
Is it something you see?
Or something you feel?
People say that emotions are real
But they can't explain.
What is love?
What is happiness?
What is pain?
The wind is real, yet you cannot see,
The breeze that hits your face.
The oxygen that we breathe.
Even though you can't explain emotions.
All of these different feelings,
Hit you like explosions.
Emotionless is a world invented for humanity.
If you are sitting there emotionless,
Start questioning your reality.
YOU ARE READING
A mind of it's own
PoetryPoems that speak from my soul. And different things that cross my mind.
