by Kelly Johnson © Fall, 2004

Emotions are philosophized, regulated, repressed, and even manipulated,
but in truth,
the heart's capacity to feel never molders,
nor does it ever hold nothing.
For as one goes through life,
the expenditure of one's emotions comes from the heart;
it is the essence of one's actions;
it is the sustenance of one's vitality—one's spirit—
from which comes inspiration:
decent or perverse.

So, do you feel me?