I was strong and against all odds I would do this. I always got left with the hard jobs. My flimsy bravado intoxicated me and helped mask the pain. In times of sadness, joy seems to be more vivid. Weakness highlights strength.
Peace accentuates anger.
The endorphins were ejaculated with orgasmic velocity. The uncontrollable swing of emotion left me punch drunk and sedated. Grief is the madness that follows loss. It manifests in euphoric highs and doldrum lows. It has a sense of fragility and weakness but it also conceives notions of strength and power.