It comes as a wave, a tide of emotion, tumbling down, then passes as quickly as as it came, flowing away as if it has been drowned. Just a stage I think pushing it back into my thoughts, hoping wishing. But again it comes down on me realization comes back to me, making my heart heavy, but pushing it away again, hoping wishing.

Finally I've had enough, I have to do something as anger musters inside of me, I have to let go soon or I'll forever be stuck inside of this gloom.

I've decided the next time the emotion is here, I'll confront it and stop it without any fear. I'll conquer the wave, the tide of emotion. It will slip back into the depths of the ocean... hoping... wishing...