we do not invent feelings
feelings make us, that is how helpless we can be sometimes
when we let that be
but somehow when we feel too pushed
to that edge
we rebel against our own feelings that have deceived us for years
and so we begin
sometimes to manipulate feelings
reinvent them and
from said creations we rearrange what we are
and what we can be
less the feelings we are looked up to as the most
realistic
successors of this earth
its deserving
inheritors
we have so many look-a-likes
rivers that flow without their minds on their direction
they just follow the path of least resistance
mountains that grow peaks without thinking
that heaven can be pierced
plains that spread without their hands and arms
occupying what we think is unnecessary
rocks and cliffs and sands and gravel
we are their gods now.
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