Dear No One,
Words whispered sound so different once spoken aloud.
Whatever subconscious concept we are trying to bring to the surface, once uttered, is always so different from how it existed in our minds. Complicated concepts of things intangible, things so human that they feel inhuman.
Time. Life. Consciousness. The universe that holds us.
Things we cannot see but know are there. Things we do not understand, yet want to believe we do, because thinking too much about our lack of understanding might just melt our minds.
Yet, we try to make sense of it all, maybe that’s part of being human, a longing to understand. And in the end, we sit with the unknown, as it sits with us.
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