Thought
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Logic.
Control.
Pure Thought.
Everything is Calm.
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What is happening?
A flower. The wind. A song.
These are not the things of logic.
An image. A scent. A voice. A feeling of warmth.
The calm shatters. It is filled with a panorama of senses.
Thought and logic are gone. Emotion rules me now.
I feel her near me. Sense her on some instinctual level.
I know the source of my feelings.
I can no longer maintain my control. I no longer
want to maintain it.
Emotion pulls me up from where I was. I did not realize I was not where I should be.
My heart, my mind, my soul. She possess all of them now. She dwells forever in them.
Forever and always, she shall be there. Forever and always, she is a part of me.
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