It's the mishmash, the pitter patter of emotions.
The swelling of a feeling, how it builds into a tidal wave and breaks into a million little droplets, never to be seen again. It's using all your sanity and restraint, a dam that keeps everything from flowing, though angry reason questions the need to control. The loss and the wreckage it brings, you ask is it worth it?
What is peace? What is the difference between wrath and retribution?