Words Defy to Define What I Feel.

One needs to physically sense the existence of feelings with their closed eyes. The true, happy, giggling, lonely, bursting with resentment, filled with anxiety, secluded and despaired feelings.

I think my feelings are like lights in a jar. Some of them sparkling bright attracting and tempting the moths of desire and some of them faint, blurring reality with dreams. 

Life in Chaos.

What is chaos?  What is life in chaos? how would you define chaos? How would you paint it? How can you feel chaos? Will it be silent, penetrating your ears, drum beats and whispering or a jungle of lines and dots, splashes of color and dirt, murky and shadows?