the threads in her head

Shush, gentle feelings, shush. I wish you would bury yourself deeper, or disappear somewhere into some deep hole in the center of the earth.

I write, trying to capture my feelings with words, hoping that maybe, by such a conversion, it would somehow purge my heart of these feelings. What was that law again, the one about energy conservation or something? That it cannot be destroyed, just converted. Writing more and more, drawing it out.

Then again, I guess emotions are not exactly fully like energy.