The Law of Conservation of Emotion by Sarenha-Rayne, literature
Literature
The Law of Conservation of Emotion
If you need proof that our emotions are simply interactions of energy, just like everything else, here you are-
They follow the laws of energy.
Emotions can not be made or ended, they can only be transferred from one type of emotion to another.
So exes turn love into hatred, hatred into passionate friendship.
So hatred turns to passion when enemies come to understand one another too well for hate.
Jealousy into sorrow, sorrow into rage, rage into nostalgia.
My heart is a lava lamp, with ever-changing bulges of fear,
or guilt,
or love,
but the amount of material is conserved.
And my fear of you is turned to obsession now,
My wate
I can imagine bluegrass rising like woodsmoke from these old hills, riding though the early Tennessee morning in a car with Jersey plates.
I'm not sure which will make me more outcast where I'm going, the tiny, well hidden southern lilt in my voice when I talk or the equally well hidden queer identity that is to thank, in part, for this trip.
I've never dated a Yankee before, not really, and I've never been in half the states we're headed through, even once. Sam lived her entire precollege life in New Jersey, a place where I hear there are gardens but also that I hear is dirty and mean.
The highways through the mountains that take us to Te
The modern lesbian
Will often kiss before
She hugs,
And if you ask six different lesbians
Whether sex
Or dinner
Is more personal to her,
You will get two different answers.
The Law of Conservation of Emotion by Sarenha-Rayne, literature
Literature
The Law of Conservation of Emotion
If you need proof that our emotions are simply interactions of energy, just like everything else, here you are-
They follow the laws of energy.
Emotions can not be made or ended, they can only be transferred from one type of emotion to another.
So exes turn love into hatred, hatred into passionate friendship.
So hatred turns to passion when enemies come to understand one another too well for hate.
Jealousy into sorrow, sorrow into rage, rage into nostalgia.
My heart is a lava lamp, with ever-changing bulges of fear,
or guilt,
or love,
but the amount of material is conserved.
And my fear of you is turned to obsession now,
My wate
I can imagine bluegrass rising like woodsmoke from these old hills, riding though the early Tennessee morning in a car with Jersey plates.
I'm not sure which will make me more outcast where I'm going, the tiny, well hidden southern lilt in my voice when I talk or the equally well hidden queer identity that is to thank, in part, for this trip.
I've never dated a Yankee before, not really, and I've never been in half the states we're headed through, even once. Sam lived her entire precollege life in New Jersey, a place where I hear there are gardens but also that I hear is dirty and mean.
The highways through the mountains that take us to Te
The modern lesbian
Will often kiss before
She hugs,
And if you ask six different lesbians
Whether sex
Or dinner
Is more personal to her,
You will get two different answers.
You know,
You don't know
This feeling
That isn't so much
A feeling
As a place,
My own private show
A place within me
A place that is sticky
That won't let me go
I walk and I run
And I skip and I fall
Oh, how I fall
With my faults in tow
And I think I just
May have escaped
This place
This feeling
That decided to grow
Until I notice the space
The stickiness
The goop that resides
The residual smear on
My shoes,
On my insides
That forgot to say no
I notice it and
I look back, confused
And I see it
It's there
The muck that refused
That wouldn't let go
That stuck and that
Stuck
And that followed me here
To this feeling
This place
The past that adh
Activism is in my blood like a virus. I'm never going to be asymptomatic. There's no antibiotic for this.
Current Residence: USA Favourite genre of music: All- literally MP3 player of choice: iTouchy Shell of choice: conch :) Wallpaper of choice: GSA tacky day Favourite cartoon character: Uotani-san
I was in the hospital Sunday night through Monday afternoon. Slept all the rest of the Monday, through to Tuesday morning, because I didn't sleep in the hospital. And then this morning I was in the hospital 9:30-2:30, which is going to happen three days a week for a few weeks.
Withdrawing from most of my classes tomorrow. I'm going to keep working.
That is pretty much all. Just an update. This is going to be a really good thing.
I'm almost 23.
I'm genderqueer.
I'm femme.
I'm a dyke.
I date people reguardless of gender, mostly based on passion and individuality.
I'm changing my name to Cory because it fits better with the facets of me, some of which are more masculine. Because I've never really identified with the name Savannah (although I love it), and because I like the name Cory.
I like that it is short. I like that it is kinda gender neutral. I like that I picked it.
That's really all.