bulleted emotions
You know how you get upset over one tiny thing and how you fought your way through it to put a smile on?
But once you’re in a dark quiet place you cry silently since you wanted whatever it was so badly.
Then once you’re completely all alone you just become a waterfall of tears and just tug on your clothes, pull your hair, and scream into a pillow or punch a wall,
That is the trigger from the gun we call emotions.
Where we have millions of emotions in each bullet of the gun;
Right after another you fire them and all of a sudden you’re collapsed on the floor crying.
Since all at once your emotions pour out in your mind and your body releases them through your soothing tears.
Then you repeat the process all over again.
But the beauty of it is each time the gun is fired it takes less time to heal from the wound of the gunshot everytime it is fired.
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