power.

In the most hidden corners of my heart you are nestled, quite safely, but oh-so secretly. It is so sad not being able to express these feelings with all the passion they bring forth. They must be quietened down, folded, battered until shrunk to a size so insignificant as to evade the risk of ever being felt, seen, or spoken about. And yet, I fear that no matter how much I try to reduce and crush these feelings, and no matter how tiny they become, their power will remain as overwhelming as it currently is.