what are my feelings? are they in my hands?

um

maybe feelings are thoughts without the pretentiousness (for lack of a better word <3)

if everything you think is like cards and big kids legos

on the wooden floor of your childhood home

your feelings are the abstract painting that that guy did of them

submerging them more smoothly into the sublime

and God is letting them be there

and God is letting them be

and God is letting them

and within them there is God !

so i guess that's why in my feelings

i could finally grip my thoughts better

i could wave my hand through the pool and pick them up

and hold them to my abdomen like a child

and tell them they have a place here.

and all of a sudden there isn't so much to think about.