Emotions in Rehab

Emotions are like the weather; and nature. They change at the brush of pain, the rise of a wave of depression. Plenty a time they combine into a tornado of confusion resulting in a choking reaction that you can't shake. Boxes are dug out of bunkers covered in poisonous snakes and scorpions. Shadows of demons that cant be shook whisper to each other, creating hollow shrieks of horror. Some boxes are worn through their contents showing through, others untouched a still perfection of dread frozen in time. Indents in the dusty floor show the history of martyrs trying to clean up what they believed could have been disinfected from the horrors of life. The problem with trying to clean up the attic is that you get stuck and get suffocated from the new boxes that constantly arrive without end, never mind the emotional weather sun, rain, or storm. Muffled sounds can be heard creating a symphony of history to bury any ideas of a future without them.