Thoughts. (2.9.20) (1)

“It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.”

— Virginia Woolf

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Have you ever felt a kind of cosmic energy? As though the universe is giving you a sign.

In a situation that presents itself, in people that enter your life for the first time, then again, in a song that plays right then. And you just stop right there. And wonder.

In no particular order.

1. You.

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Some kind of special connection.

Platonic or not, I honestly have no idea.

No matter the distance, the years since we last spoke, no matter where we are in our lives right now, there’s this connection.

The moment we open up and try successfully, or embarrassingly, to strike a casual, interesting conversation.

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Interesting is.. the subtle awkwardness and audacity, in simultaneous spontaneity.

Are we trying to prove something to each other? Why are we holding back, what, are we holding back?

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We are alike, in all the different ways, in parallel. Are we trying to outdo ourselves, or subconsciously, each other?

Why?

Will we live our lives to its edges, and never know?

I’ll keep wondering.

And maybe I’ll never know.

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