there is this little girl i knew. not only did i know her, but sometimes i could feel her. it was never peaceful. there was always an extremely strong emotion, and they changed over time. at first, it was fear. and this i believe, is only because she didn’t know rage. not yet. it was hidden, deep down, but it was soon, that it would grow out of her. in the meantime, there was still just fear, i know it, because i could, and can feel it. she was always waiting for it to leave, and as she grew, it eventually did. and while the fear slowly went away, anger took it’s place. and when anger wasn’t there, nothing was. she was lonely, and she was empty. but not always, there were days where she would be happy, and smile, and laugh, and hope. all these different emotions. and i could feel them.
but i never felt peace.