I often wonder if it is appropriate to show raw emotion in a goal-driven world. Will I be seen as weak or stupid? Emotional manipulation has been couched in a refined term called emotional intelligence.
A frost starts covering the core of an individual, as soon as they learn this coveted art of emotional intelligence. I am not sure if the emotions buried underneath will come to life again, or be resurrected in a different form. Spring and summer will bring forth a brined, processed version called maturity.
Only infants give me hope, till they grow up.
terror of winter
life buried under snow
makes spines shiver