Feelings don't possess directions, they're not vectors, they're not quantities, they're not measurable, thus they're not scientific. They are projections of you talking to yourself in the most honest, dark, sarcastic, and imaginary ways.
This is simply a brain damage. When you have more alcohol flowing in your veins than blood. More pain in your body than strength.
Your logic is walking hand to hand with your sub cautious, both of those bastards questioning your more than honest feeling. You feel connected to something but it isn't necessarily the God, or any higher power.
It is you reconnecting to yourself - telling the damn logic and all the scientific crap that tries to suppress your feelings to leave you alone.
Yes, I may not be in my most sober state right now; however, I'm drunk enough the appreciate the wind. The music from the East. The wine. The distant loud scream of a Harley Davidson. This is me being fully ignorant to things that potentially can invite logic in my damaged brain and cautious to things that can bring back the feelings.
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