Emotional Entities
Emotional Entities
embodiments of human emotions Manifesting through emotional energy we all radiate.
they drift through our lives everyday.
Parasitic? Symbiotic? Good? Evil?
THE NAUGHTY
KNOTTED MAN
Anxiety propels the gelatinous flesh forward without aim or caution. Warped and skewed, unable to balance, he ebbs and flows through the forest melting endlessly. A slinky of skin and suffering he desperately seeks death.
Shame suppresses memories of the person they once were. A snail that’s outgrown it’s shell? Or a shell that’s overgrown it’s master? Masks piled on masks, their burden to bare. Cracked, scarred, and glued together they inch forward. A slimy, foul-smelling trail lingers behind. If asked for help, the response is always the same,
I’M OK…
Give & Take
Anguish for the trauma thrust upon us and resentment for the pain we inflict on others. A flame’s burning desire is to grow and shine brighter. Its only choice is to consume and burn its surroundings. One hand takes, the other gives. A balance of inner conflict.
Sunday
scaries
Dread secretes from every pore of its host. Boiling bile begins to covers the body, liquifying the outside in. Eventually, the acidic malicious feeling leaves behind a puddle. How long it takes, depends on the victim’s will to survive.
The Wondering
Woman
Grief floats unsuspectedly through the air, collecting those with tears to spare. A chest full of intricate machinery has become locked in place, frozen stuck. She’s numb, unable to move since her loss. The tears she weeps merge to become her limbs and misty appendages. She silently drifts through tragedies as often as she can. Those that can see her, are grieving the hardest.
Intergalactic
Rave
Merriment gravitates to pure intentions and love, so intensely, it can create wormholes with enough concentrated energy. Beings of every planet, across the galaxy, unite to dance, unchained by each species’ fears and strife. The festivities of free spirits begins to swirl into a whirlpool of stars and light for days, weeks, lightyears...
Guilt waits, grows, and sinks to the pit of the stomach. The weight slowly forces the body to drag to the floor. Hearts full of sorrow, churn with turmoil too afraid to say aloud. Relief is excruciating without intoxication. Purging the soul of the festering negativity…
SPILLING
YOUR GUTS
Guilt waits, grows, and sinks to the pit of the stomach. The weight slowly forces the body to drag, droop, and melt to the floor. Hearts full of sorrow, churn with turmoil. Relief is excruciating without a vice. It’s a simple exercise done usually with a barkeep or confidant…
SPILLING
YOUR GUTS