By: Aretha Capistrano

A sudden shot of a bullet that is named sadness, the immediate change of the emotionless wavelength.
A quick sudden burst from the inside of my body that envelops—capable of making my heart be endangered.
Heaviness of my shoulders with a sudden uptightness of my head, a heavy heart to follow that would love to be released.
Hook, line and sinker—how can this words mean to me now differently?
Hook to the emotions that wants to be free from its own little box that I want to name
as my own Pandora’s box.
Line, a line that I have never seen but can feel and imagine.
A line of my own limitations and how as a fish rod, supports the hook.
Sinker—no words to describe but what I have In mind is the word with no er for suffix and changed to common to falling, as it wholly and completely describes me now.
Sinking, plummeting, drowning and dwindling. A work of gravity with heaviness that makes me weak and unmovable.
Like a heavy anchor—an immediate plunge in release.
Sadness that encompasses further meaning that does not figuratively mean sad, unhappy or gloomy.
It is a shot of darker that makes the fear of falling of the depth of the rabbit hole to be lesser.
Numbness, tears and sudden burst of pain. An emotion, either to be preferred negatively or positively.
In the end, the word is not encompassed by just being defined as an emotion but something a whole lot more.
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