As if the distance between me and another becomes an eternity and the star I'm seeing I'm afraid till I reach it it's going to be dead already.
I struggle so much with loneliness.
I've physically carried myself in the past in remote places, camp in dark forests and abandoned chapels, shepherd shelters and beacons at the edge of cliffs, and such poetic stuff.
And I'm sitting in a room with others and even I know they're traumatized from life just as much as I am, somehow, they make it to create a communal flow, discuss and laugh together.
It's such a struggle to me. I'm making it some days. Maybe half of the time. The other half I'm that far I can't seem to reach them no matter how much I run.
I read this Buddhist monk, he's always talking about a soft smile. I'm trying to do that. At least it brings me a little closer. I'm not managing every time but I keep on practicing 🌹