Feelings

We are sentimental creatures.

Imbuing inanimate things with unimaginable properties.

The brooch becomes Grandma.

The violin is Uncle Leon.

The dog is a child

And the child is our heart.

Love makes teddy bears talk

and dragons fly.

We burn with desire, ache with fatigue, glow with adoration.

Cry with frustration and anger and sorrow.

The dark side is so limited,

But we are sentimental creatures.