Wish I could let you go.
Getting dark in here again.
On a scale of 1 to 10,
how would I be able to bloom beyond the gloom?
blehhh. Maybe we dont listen to each other but go on our own rambles afterall.
For all things spontaneous, from the mind of thorough and deliberate executions, to the most subtle flashes of sincerity and longing.
Concerned
I choose silence to avoid escalation.
But it is seen as confrontational.
How do I articulate my thoughts better?
The silence of the dark swallows the lump in the throat, of the pressure that ensues. Yet another, before things get better.
I asked if you’ve met each other.
I asked that you find peace and love at the other end.
I cant imagine how hard it is for them, if it’s already painful for us.
Quiet intensity.
Who knew that deep rooted between the facets of carefree-ness, straight-forwardness and the love for fun laid the deep scores of anxiety and pressure.
Perhaps the style was always to fix someone. Similar yet different in capacity. The fixers then met and had to fix themselves over years or fixing others.
