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writing without thinking

I’m craving to create a connection that transcends the capacity of just being human. I’m craving the small bits of softness words can offer, because I don’t want my heart to be locked by fear of misunderstanding or some sense of worthless. I feel so scared of the odds, so scared of never having this one thing I’m deeply searching for. I wish I could have a guess, a single clue, but I have nothing but my own standards and desires. Is it so wrong to want it so much? I want something discomplicated, something simple but not fragile, something that comprehends my spectrum of introspection, the solitude that lives inside my heart. It feels like I have been waiting for so long and all that I know is the broken pieces of dellusion; sometimes it feels like it is slipping away, running through my fingers like sand and I just can not hold it. I feel that I deserve so much, but my mind just can not comprehend the deepness of this constant years without just one touch, one sign of reciprocity. The blank pages I use to write on knows me so well and maybe that’s the reason why I love writing. I try to hold on to that perspective that, someday, someone will see right through me, and there will be no reason for me to hide from the unknown.