(1) So, recently i was listening to this podcast where a woman was elucidating her theory of the universe. She described this life as a blend of conceptual installations wherein we get to manipulate breath and light. As she was explaining this process, i remembered this one particular folklore i had read somewhere.
It involved a Celtic concept called ‘thin places’, one that stemmed from the approach that heaven and earth are just three feet apart, but in thin places, it's even less. In those thin places, the segmented barriers fall apart and invisible things like dead people or Gods or music or questions unanswered or snuck up dreams or love or leftover metaphors become so porous and tangible that you might as well poke a finger through to another reality.
They appear and disappear just like us.
(2) we live and die and i can't change this. i've read and known enough to know we all want bursts of why's; and shall continue to be everseeking, everfeeling and just maybe, that's the point of it all. To be in this awe and wonder that when death rips us apart, it'll have a victory as perfect as ours.
forgive me, i don't want to trample my longing for something as fickle as reasoning.
YOU ARE READING
letters to my ex
RomanceWhen nostalgia hits you hard, you begin telepathic communication with someone who has left you.
