The feelings Never Told

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" Can I take it to a morning
where the fields are painted gold
and the trees are filled with memories
of the feelings never told" 

Sometimes words are weak to explain feelings. So we bottle up our emotions in strings of energy and we send them into the universe. Potanda sees them hanging like leaves on a giant tree. The great ancient tree as old as Potanda's soul. On that tree, feelings have colors. Some are white, some are black, some are red, others are blue. And rare ones are multicolored. She often goes there to look at those leaves, she likes to know the struggle or joys people went through. What she sees always leaves her in awe. Sometimes she sees a pair of eyes, tearing up behind a car wheel, sometimes she sees hands holding each others strongly, sometimes those hands break off each other. Those are memories people never speak about. 
But what if we make them speak. Would we be ready to listen? 

We know that only few people listen to words, and so people went on and created fungible feelings. music, paintings, poems, perfumes, clothes... 

Neplica, a person with deep thoughts, he's Potanda's friend. They often share their weird yet deep and true thoughts about life and how you progress in it. He, like Potanda, shares this deep connection with the universe. And recently,  he put his feelings into a music he made " Dream Again"... 

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/viTgjnbnuu3ndEAA9

Looking back at her life, many times she ran away from asking questions. She was afraid of the answers. But now she wishes she had asked and listened. Maybe her hurt blinded her from seeing what lies behind words. But now, she wants to know, she wants to risk her feelings for one more time and listen to the world. Speak to her. 


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