october 29

re: the yearning to touch other souls

re: the impossibility of knowing, comprehending

re: the insatiable desire

re: the constant wondering

i'm tired of looking into myself, tired of being so self-absorbed. i would like to reach out to other people. how frightening and how awe-inspiring it would be if it were as easy to touch someone's soul as it would be to touch their skin. that if i reached out to someone i would be guaranteed to get through to them.

i'm curious about the battles we fight. i want to be able to appreciate the heroism that often goes unrecognized. i want to see how we're similar and how we're different. i want to know i'm not alone, and for you to realize the same thing.

i'm so curious about the ways you survive. your strength. whether you feel pain, what kind, and what you do when it eats at you. i want to know what you're like when you love, whether you try to hide it, or it's one of the few things you're proud of. whether love has ever hurt you, and why you still believe in it anyway, or not.

i would like to know whether any parts of you were ever broken, and if now you're afraid to put pressure on them. i want to know how many times your life has changed. whether you're looking for something. whether you feel complete. what happiness means to you. what your life means to you. what you want to happen tomorrow.

people are infinitely interesting, intriguing, complex. all equally worthy and admirable. i glimpse people on the sidewalk, find myself surrounded by so many of them every day, and read their thoughts on social media, all the while aware of the vague ache that i will spend my whole life not knowing.