Emotional intelligence
An
entire niche of questions which haunt his being, bringing deep whirlpools in
his thoughts and exiling the consciousness on the edges of human capabilities
and possibilities. He feels that these questions are eroding the soul, pushing
him outwards, on the margins, where everything is so blank and silent. He
needs to find an answer to the riddles, at any cost. Floating in a mixture of
thoughts, attempting to turn to the wealth of the inside – his substantial
existence.
Voices
and fragrances open the path to a truth. Extremely fragmented data from distant
memories linger buried in the consciousness. By discovering the true sensation
behind the memory, he brings recreation of the moment past, grasping that which
only lies in vales of oblivion.
Suddenly
a voice finds its path from the distance, carrying within it magical
sensation of a scent so sweet, filling him with enchanting adoration up to the
point that he wants to stop breathing, only to keep it within him forever…
without breath, but with a full soul that unconditionally loves and wants.
A
remembrance of what he was, of what he still is… the perpetual existence of
emotional intelligence…
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