METAPHORS

Let the faith
In you produce action.

A soul with a dim light. The light inside was dying; shrinking and withering in the invading blackness of its soul.  Faith had eyes of grey and lips of blue. Her skin was becoming transparent; soon she would slowly fade from the reality of her world.  But, faith was saved when she noticed her heart. When she heard the music of her humming heart, dancing and going crazy inside her chest. Continuously increasing and then decreasing and doing it all over again.   Faith enjoyed the music of her heart.  The vibrations of her heart were relaxing her. Creating a sanctuary of tranquillity inside her body. She was under the music of her living red heart. Faith believed the lyrics sung by her fiery heart.  
A soul with a shining light. The light inside was too powerful for his miniature body to hold. Action had eyes of pink and lips of orange. His skin was becoming red as a rose, each second it was getting redder.  His actions was consuming his body, ripping it of its energy.  Soon he was going to burst. But action was saved, when he met faith. His skin was becoming lighter, less red and soon it was white. His rapid, crazy, energy slowed, became more relaxed and functioned at a slower pace. His energy was spent on actions faith believed in; actions that felt like they were not ruining his body which once housed the energy that was killing him. Killing and breaking his bones.  
Together, they created a perfect energy. Faith energy increased and action energy became much more bearable. Faith energy was alive. Together, they held hands and kissed. Together their lips became red. Red like a growing rose. Together they were unbreakable, inseparable, a force undefeated. In eternity they lived together, time was irrelevant-they were ecstatic!

Emotions are alive.

Inside her chest they were conceived. They were conceived in winter, autumn, spring and summer. Some had red skin, white horns and the figure of a bear. They were hairy and beastly. Anger was alive in their hearts; they carried it around like a trailing smoke that never ceased. A few of them were yellow and round, they had wide smiles and eyes that spelled happiness.   Some of them were pink, they were shaped like a love heart and they were covered in sparkling auras.  But Bella never let the bad ones, the ugly ones or the monsters out.  She didn’t let oxygen embrace them, which could kill them. This could stop their hearts from pumping and make them disappear off into the unknown. The invisible. She let them grow inside her chest; they were creating an awful stench and massacring the beautiful emotions. The pure ones. Like the pink heart or the ecstatic circles.  They were kept inside her and never saw the outside world.  Bella never gave them freedom to leave her system so they increased in number and size. They made her heart black, it was heavy and melancholy. Unhappy. Soon, her whole soul was black. It was dying. The bad ones were dominating and ruling. They were punching, kicking and abusing her grey heart. She no longer knew how to let them out and soon she was gone. They had completely taken over her personality and soul.