You grip the cold, metal doorknob and turn it. You push the door open and it creaks just a bit, as you feel the coldness escaping from inside the room. The cold air graces your body and the hairs on the back of your neck rise and goosebumps form on your skin.
You step inside the room and the door slams closed behind you, the pitch-blackness overtaking your senses. You jump, startled, and you move your hand along the wall, searching for a light switch, frantically.
You feel the bumpy wall underneath your hand as you glide it across, and your heart starts beating faster.
Where is that fucking light switch? you think to yourself.
Finally, you feel the light switch underneath your hand and flip it.
Immediately, a bright burst of warm, golden light bombards your eyes and you shield them with your hand. Before you get a chance to recover from the light, your ears are swamped with raging music. You can’t understand the words, or should I say screams, you’re just shocked and startled by how loud and sudden the music is. You clamp your hands over your ears, trying to block out some of the noise, and squint your eyes, looking around the room. The light, the noise, it’s already too much for your body.
Once your eyes adjust to the overwhelmingly bright light, which feels oddly warm and comforting, you look around you.
Your eyes are attracted to the ebony walls of the room. They are painted a deep, dark black, more beautiful than any black you’ve ever seen.
You look up, at the ceiling, and large spotlights, lime green, hot pink, sunny yellow, fuchsia, deep crimson-red, and many more indescribable colors, are blinking and flashing speedily, overhead.
You feel something sticky underneath your shoe and tilt your head downward, towards the floor.
The floor is covered with paint splatters in every color of the rainbow. You lift your foot up off the ground and see wet paint stuck to the bottom of your shoe. The paint, splattered across the floor, is still wet and fragile, easily altered, and easily ruined.
Shiny, sparkly glitter coats the paint, which is spread across the floor, in tiny splotches.
Your ears start ringing due to the loud music that continuously fills the room. You realize that covering your ears to try and block out the noise, isn’t making a difference. But you don’t care. You keep your hands firmly clamped over both of your ears, in denial that as much as you try to block it out, you’ll still hear it clear as day. The noise rings through your ears and through depths of your soul.
A bead of sweat trickles down your forehead and you look up and straight ahead, at what is causing you to sweat profusely.
Hanging from the ceiling is a large, round, blindingly-bright, golden sun, which gives off waves of warmth. The warmth spreads through your body, from the tip of your toes to the top of your head.
It’s so bright that you must look away, as not to blind yourself.
There are so many things going on in this room that you don’t know where to look, what to do.
What to say, what to think, it’s all so much. Too much. It was pitch black and forbiddingly cold in this room, when you first stepped in, before you flipped that damn switch.
And now, all this……
That is what my emotions are like. What my love for people is like. Once that switch is flipped on, it’s never going off. Once I love you, feel for you there is no going back. My emotions are endless.
Unpredictable.
Sometimes, uncontrollable.
Overwhelming.
Beautiful and bright, the list could go on and on…….
I feel so deeply and inexplicably and in such copious amounts……it’s unexplainable.
I had to create some sort of metaphorical “room” to aid in the description of my indescribable emotions.
The emotions that belong to me but feel like they aren’t confined to me.
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