Escapism(?)

I remembered writing on and on that day at the corner of Dek's place.

I felt the power of expression through its writing form.

Today felt more like a verbal form.

And I felt like communication is such a powerful social tool.

We are all living in our bubbles of consciousness.

And to speak feels like putting the parts of the bubbles out there in common space.

A speech bubble.

And how amazing it is for our consciousness to coincide and experience each other's perspective.

It's been 15 hours of 1/4 and honestly feeling some sensory overload.

But it feels really okay to have them just floating around.

I finally spoke out uncomfortable topics that I never once thought was possible to say.

It was nice but scary at the same time.

As these speech bubbles diffuse into THEIR consciousness.

Life has been pretty tough recently.

I'm finding myself lacking energy to even empathise.

I guess this feels similar to those times, when I said such hurtful things to you.

And suddenly recall saying so much things to you(1) too.

Can't believe I talked to you about the spiraling dark relationship. (In this exact description)

And felt like you understood completely.

I guess I was indeed truthful about the fact that I feel very heard.

It was such a good feeling...

And ultimately, the danger comes if it's a one sided kind of connection.

:')