Currently, my head is in the clouds, foggy and muddled. But it changes as I write this in to a warm bliss - but still in the clouds.
As I think about my reality and what I am doing, the warmth sinks away, leaving behind a cold, almost metal, feeling. The metal has a grain in it, striations going up and down - pot-marked by bits of awareness.
As I feel about things that frustrate and anger me, I feel a liquid energy flame and fizzle up inside me. As I feel about the things that sadden me, a fuzzy, deep blue-purple wall drops in front of me, and I bury my head in it.
As I feel powerful, I feel a distinct warmth consume me with pink flames - simple raw energy flows within. I feel like it balls up into the places where I need it to be, but I need to be careful, as it can narrow my perspective, which leads me to the next feeling: focus.
Focus is a trapezoid whose base is the ground but whose sides are jointed at the top and can flap around. If the trapezoid ever becomes two parallel lines, I lose complete focus - very distressing, though that does not feel like the right word. If I become aware of the trapezoid, it starts to open up, therefore I must always keep my vision only inside it if I want to take full use of Focus - one of the few, if not the only, emotions that I can both feel and think simultaneously
Thinking and feeling are the yin and yang, the black and white of my world. I am aware of many things in the world that I can see, and I can keep many things in mental check and balance in my head, but rarely can I think and feel at the same time; maybe I never do. Sometimes, I like to look at my situation as this: I am a robot with an emotion chip; but, I know I am much more than that.
When I feel, I feel strongly. When I think, I think hard. But, when there is a transition between the two modes, I must either not be aware of it or decide if I want it to happen.
It is these kinds of ramblings that I have in my head that try to avoid now, so that now, I can just simply enjoy life better. I wish to feel life, not think it. My strength may lie in my ability to analyze, but all thought and no hard emotions wears me thin. So, what was the point of all this post? Who can say? I simply like to feel and think, and I like to try and make gray out of black and white.