My mind, at times, keeps changing emotions in this drama that is life. It is happy when it sees the world changes according to its liking; it feels right at home with the world. When it does not get its wish, it becomes sad and feels the world is ambushing it when it is at its weakest. Any other inquisitive mind at that moment feels like a meddler, not leaving it in peace when it yearns to be alone. Its face is hideous when provoked, angelic when satisfied. It can’t be controlled by me when it is provoked or sad, and I turn to other minds that listens to its reasons and shows it the path to continue on. It is like my mind is an entity. It is independent, yet dependent; free but chained; only my mind knows what it is feeling at that moment. Very few can read it correctly; those who can read it, they are its true companions.
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