the lifespan of a feeling

I don’t know the answer. do you? there are the daily feelings, which shift every hour, can turn in a moment, can move from clear skies to storm to a foggy desert haze — in the span of ten minutes. each feeling can feel so intense and full-bodied such that everything I do, see, and touch is covered in that feeling. like wearing glasses of a certain color. othertimes, my feelings are as light as whipped cream, and spacious, and airy. those are fleeting and changing. then, there are the feelings that sink and weigh me down, like black molasses at the bottom of my being — the feelings I am too afraid to fall into, afraid to drown in. those are the feelings that feel eternal, some of which have followed me my entire life: like rage, guilt, resentment. not waiting to die, but waiting to be transformed.