Love, Hate, It's All in a Mind's Game

Feelings that were drawn together, emotion that lingers without purpose.

Sometimes it was an act of nature, inevitable & unspoken.

The deep concoctions within our soul, searching for that tranquility of reasoning.

Following one’s will of empowerment, amending each others' perceptions of opposite proportions.

It’s not a mistake to love unevenly, however it’s a misjudgement for frail conceptions.

As one’s experience overtakes their own norm and beliefs, judgment shrouded with blurred decisions for reality.

Cries of endearment, occurs silently however abruptly with each farewell.

When we had an attachment, is it a just to interpret mistakenly each others' opinions?

When a mistaken emotion is mended, would grudge or distrust bud immaturely in them self.

Losing trust for expressing inches of their skin to others, isolating conception thus eliminating any expectations for the future?

Would these feelings be recovered once time passes, as a new sense of belief in oneself is stimulated.

For them to start anew, believing that the once impossible feat of emotion endearment could actually be accomplished.

Starting anew are synonymous to a blank white canvas; the artist picks up his utensils & reconstruct his sketches.

The decision is made instantaneously, as should he review his past performance or indulge in different scope of drawing.

If the past gained recognition more, or should he try a new approach that’s risky?

Our mistake starts here, where we often chose the preferred “better” than latter.

People choose to do something with their own reason, whether it’s acceptable or not.

As the motive could be two-pronged; in the sense of acceptable with norm or just an artifact of gaining objection.

You will always find the value of what’s precious after it’s passed, realizing the precise choice that should be amended before.

The best preference is to go back to the beginning, shifting away the pain & strive towards a better beginning.

Emotion transition determines one’s attitude on life, be it positive or negative.

Resentment without purpose, caring with consideration.

It’s up to one to carry it all, donning the mask of personal identity.

Love up to oneself, hate up to another, it’s all in the mind’s labyrinth.

it's my opinion on people's ever-changing emotions lately.