All I've ever dreamed of was living truthfully as I am, never hiding in the shadows. My thoughts, my words, my tenderness, never kept hidden.
Feeling safe to express myself naturally instead of thinking if it's appropriate or not to feel whatever I'm feeling.
The mind is able of transforming itself into a prison, where I'm trapped by my own thoughts. It's a very lonely place. I become more and more like a ghost, absent of my own self, invisible. I push people away because it's clear we could never see eye to eye.
Until we do. It's when you meet someone who reflects the depths of your prison in their eyes, that's when you can feel seen. No longer behind a veil that separates the common and the broken. Peace can be found there in chaos.
As if the rest of the world would disappear, a safe haven exists in this presence, that is so much more than physical: a soul bound, telepathic, synchronic, overwhelming.
It's the silver lining ✨
