Emotional Battery

It's an abusive title.. but I get a charge out of it.

I've recently discovered that I'm an emotional battery. You know like a giant size double A or a maybe a small Q sized battery. Maybe I'm a G sized battery, yea that's it.. and rather quite polar. I find myself to be volatile at most times and even quite flat on occasion. And I'm in desperate need of recharging.

So what makes a G sized battery become emotially charged? Well, I'll tell you.. I'm a very efficient little device. All I need is a few flowing emotons (sort of like emotional electrons.. or just emotions spelled poorly) and a bit of a chemical reaction. I'm not sure if I'm more Nickel Cadmium or Lithium Ion.. but I think I feel a bit more LIon than NiCad most of the time.

A friend once told me the difference. He explained that NiCad are heaps more stable, but can be more prone to a "memory" effect.. LIon on the other hand don't keep track of themselves and have been know to overcharge and explode. I don't know how accurate my recollection of the differences are, but it all makes sense that I wouldn't remember if I'm LIon anyway, right?

The other thing is the exploding bit. That's where I really get spooked. I mean.. who wants to go boom, right? Unless you're one of those crazy blokes from the news, it's just terribly inconvenient.. and a bit painful, I'd imagine.

I don't know where I'm going.. it seemed a lot more clever in my head. I guess I'm just trying to say that I'm a jittery bundle of emotions. It may not seem it on the outside, from this facade of cool calm and collected len.. but I am floating in an ocean of the stuff. Some times they leak out, and sometimes the dam just outright breaks. Pretty silly to damn an ocean in the first place, aye?

I'm gonna end this post in a unrhymie like thing..

the new of the shine
The sun of the blue
the two of the one
And the open way you flee

I have to hide
i have to pry
I have to ask
to know who's loosing me firmly

and I release myself
From the tention that holds me taut
to find the reigns tight and
only imaginary

There is no burden
there is no woe
Complacently pleasant
I love this place

..and that's what happens when rhymes cease, and the rythm is dismissed.
-len