I can’t seem to tell you enough, or maybe not enough words have been invented for everything. Am I probably getting a bit older, I feel that I should, maybe admitting so is enough reason that I am not. But one shouldn’t keep things to oneself, as scared now as you were then. Wishing for proof so much. Still.
There is a saying, you step off the edge and build your wings on the way down. On the way down, you cross streets for the first time, you taste the world for the first time, you curl your tongue over new words, you build cities in your head. On the way down the world changes and still… it’s still like crossing the street.
I don’t have enough lessons and the last thing we all need is a list of testimonies. Try to peel. Watch yourself peel. Shed layers all around, shattered and delicate skin.
Sometimes, when people think, they say something else. That makes a person a voyeur to oneself. That way, you don’t see what you have to say clearly, but you feel it.
And sometimes, that’s the only way to say how you feel.
