Been away. Lost in the everydays.
When I´m on the last page of a book I love, I want someone to watch my face as the last sentences leave my flow. I imagine they would be able to see my soul.
If I´m listening to good music, on headphones or in concert, sometimes I get so moved, all the emotions in the world move through me like warm and cold water.
Then I want someone to watch me, see me, and somehow confirm my wholeness and my being there and partaking in what I am inside there and then.
Everybody wants to be seen. Why is that? And why is it so rare?
When I´m on the last page of a book I love, I want someone to watch my face as the last sentences leave my flow. I imagine they would be able to see my soul.
If I´m listening to good music, on headphones or in concert, sometimes I get so moved, all the emotions in the world move through me like warm and cold water.
Then I want someone to watch me, see me, and somehow confirm my wholeness and my being there and partaking in what I am inside there and then.
Everybody wants to be seen. Why is that? And why is it so rare?
