Introspect
I’ve been home for days. I’ve just been alone, to think. I needed this. I need to choose myself. I’ve been talking to some absolutely beautiful people. Breath taking people. And it made me love words again. I don’t know how weird that sounds. How letters and words can be so important to them, it’s as if they developed a relationship with language. But everyone does. Have a relationship with anything we use to communicate. Body language and things like chemistry are certainly other ways to communicate, but words. I don’t know, man. Words just have so much power for me. My life has consisted of words and silence. My deepest, most piercing memories are made up of them. I’m weird, I don’t know how to communicate. So, I’m obsessed with the idea. And logically so, I guess. The paradox of life is confusing. It’s important not to try and figure it out. Even though it’s tempting. To question. To wonder, to think about it. I don’t even know what I’m saying. I totally derailed where I was going. I was trying to say that I need to get used to my body again. Sometimes it feels like I’ve spilled out of my skin and onto the pavement somewhere in the city. Just another stain on the sidewalk. But I haven’t… obviously. I’m right here, in my skin, in my body. The feeling of change, of settling back into place.
(Source: ecstvsy)
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