yearning, dreaming, wishing, imagining.
initiating it myself as usual..yet receiving eagerness in return.
it doesn't make sense how all remains silent and still--things go on their usual, disconnected way-- until I initiate it.
And in this, there's depth...and interest.
I can see that for sure.
But then I stop it, and things go back to their original condition. The two opposing worlds just don't mix, I guess.
What a vicious, interminable cycle.
old habits die hard.
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