MUSINGS OF THE HEART.
Emotional regulation calls for stifling of all feelings and spontaneity, Careful titration of social tensions and mulling over emotional currents that often weigh the heart, And harmonizing the voice of doubt and its close cousin the voice of indifference, In due course, such emotional labor takes toil on oneself and makes someone feel sheathed in a translucent haze of indifference, Often transmuting oneself into an insulated layer of unvoiced yearning. We each have an inner map of our proclivities, abilities and deficiencies, Mine is optimism, harboring an affectionate heart and a dreamer of sorts, A dreamer filled with dainty and beautiful dreams, just like butterflies, Sadly, at a time, life wrecked my dream ship on the sharp rocks of reality, Reality that scrapes off scales of self until one feels naked and false, Verily, realism vultures have a way of emotionlessly hacking into one's memory carcass and splintering pieces of the memories all over the floor. Realit