Poet who don’t understand emotions
Yes, this is true. I don’t. And I don’t say it as a metaphor or anything like that. Literally, my brain cannot understand or name what I feel. There is a fancy medical term for it that I never bother to remember. It doesn’t mean I don’t feel; quite the opposite, I am hypersensitive and my heart is always overflowing with emotions, but my mind cannot put a label on them. I never can say ’I feel sad’; instead, I would be like, ’hmm... I sit in my room, crying and listening Requiem for Silence on loop for an hour. I guess I am sad.’ The funny thing is I have no problem understanding the emotions of other people or even fictional characters or putting them in my writings. Maybe this is why I write? To understand what I feel? Still, I don’t mind me being like this.
Was I sad when my friend left and I wrote ”Namarie”? I guess I was, but I also was happy that we met, wishing her all the best. Knowing I will cherish those memories forever and loving her so