Musings

Do I feel emotions stronger than others?

Is my elation more soaring

my depression deeper,

the walls of sorrow larger,

the isolation further?

Do I have a more intense love?

Am I more heartbroken after it ends?

Is this an insecurity, as the deep emotions I

tend to feel collect more on the darker side

of the affective spectrum, or is it

an artistic depth?

Moreover, am I the only one who

feels this way?

Does everyone think their emotions are deeper,

more valid that others'?

Are these musings a common part of maturing?

Or am I uncommon?

The hysteria following our goodbye;

The ecstasy of unexpected nocturnal adrenaline;

The deep ennui of late winter, after a season indoors,

does everyone feel this as I do?

Do they feel as if they live in a book,

a movie,

as if life plays before them like a story,

and they're a preconcieved character,

whose actions are planned and

scrutinized by a pannel of judges called

consciousness?

Or is it just me?