INFP and anger
In my world there are questions of identity. A life driven to find the unidentifiable. For how can find something that is constantly changing? How could I possibly seek to understand what is constantly being created? It’s like yelling out words before the first letter is turned. Random maybe’s tempt my excitement until I notice, that wasn’t it either. I’m an INFP, a dreamer. I search, wonder, imagine. Understanding emotions seems so positive,until it’s an emotion im not used to. Fear, I get. Love, I kind of get. Sadness, anxiety, happiness, and excitement are all friends. Anger though… I’ve not come to terms with him. He sneaks up through bitterness and resentment. He clinches my fist and caresses my shoulders. He whispers nightmares in my soul, as all of my person becomes an uncontrollable scream. He thrives on my outbursts, it is those moments his fire breathes. This is one I struggle with. He changes his clothes as a disguised investor, seeking to know the deep. I’ll see you again cold one. Maybe by then I’ll have a better definition of the undefinable. Maybe he will help me find the unidentifiable.
marvelingsoul 