Oh very much actually!
I’m this gooey, leaking heap of emotions.
Not subtle ones, oh hell NO!
Each feeling hits me like a fucking natural disaster.
Each hurt raging up like a sixty feet tsunami wave.
So, the cracks in my eyes are bound to leak that way.
Everyone has disasters within.
And I choose mine quite well.
I’m not very scared of drowning,
But famines terrify me to death.
I’d prefer torrential rain on my cheek,
Than a barren landscape in my chest.