What would you do if you couldn’t feel any emotion? Or rather you could feel only a specific emotion, so specifically and strongly that you could recognize the slightest glimpse of it on façade of brightest of the faces. You could compare it with monochromia but it only affects the rational you, the human inside you can still paint the canvas with vivid imagination.
To me, it feels like an ability to read thoughts, only of specific kind but you can’t approach these emotions as they are locked away in box beyond the walls of happiness and I certainly do not possess the skills to scale those walls as I’ve never touched them myself.
A lot many may perceive me as Sadist, who wants to watch the world drown in the sorrow, but I’ve seen the oceans of it and I know the equilibrium is neither happiness nor sadness, its Satisfaction, a state of tranquility. I’ve watched myself try to outrun the gloom consistently looming over me and fail for I’ve no other end of the spectrum, no light at the end of tunnel but I’ve heard the silence of serenity in my dreams and I’ve seen souls running away from it in pursuit of happiness.
21/M
To me, it feels like an ability to read thoughts, only of specific kind but you can’t approach these emotions as they are locked away in box beyond the walls of happiness and I certainly do not possess the skills to scale those walls as I’ve never touched them myself.
A lot many may perceive me as Sadist, who wants to watch the world drown in the sorrow, but I’ve seen the oceans of it and I know the equilibrium is neither happiness nor sadness, its Satisfaction, a state of tranquility. I’ve watched myself try to outrun the gloom consistently looming over me and fail for I’ve no other end of the spectrum, no light at the end of tunnel but I’ve heard the silence of serenity in my dreams and I’ve seen souls running away from it in pursuit of happiness.
21/M