One of those weeks

It is going to be another one of those weeks. I'll speak in vagueries and analogies to hide what I mean. I hit these weeks about 4 or 5 times a year. Every cylinder is in sync, every glance from every eye belies the obvious, and my empathy is at its maximum intake.

It's not a full moon this time, which is odd.

But my chest is tight. I know change is again slowly taking root in the minds and hearts of many, because of the intensity constantly projected from my soul. But it drains me intensely, and I want to breathe. Inhale, and relax. There is no relax. I can never give up. I never have given up.

The emotions are so petty to me.

I try to connect with the other humans. But their minds are just so wrapped up in shallow introspection. I project the best of intentions upon them, but time and time again I find there is nothing but deceit. I mostly defend men, but they are mostly indefensible. I envy women, but there is no reason for jealousy.

I cried months ago.

The pain felt so bad, but the tears felt so good. I lost my most precious, and found him again. Three weeks of anxiety and torment replaced by soft love. I knew it was impossible for me to feel sad ever again after reuniting. I think others have the same feelings, but see they do not.

Why do you have to be so intense?

How many times have I heard this exact question? Intense. The exact same word. Intense. I just simply don't understand, why is everyone so passive?

I am happy, but I still can't breathe.

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