Although ‘talk’ is not the right word to describe the communication I have in silence with some, it still is the best – the most neutral way to describe a communication that swings between being one sided to saying the same things consecutively.
Distance makes it tough to confirm but the gut tells you exactly which side of the swing you were on.
Some muffled whispers & some blatant impressions keep the presence alive.
No, I’m not not talking ghosts.
There is in-fact a lot of comfort in knowing that even the interspaces are familiar since they fall in between us.
It is fascinating picking clues in building the story of the other. These stories are usually better than the real stories I reckon.
The intimacy in internal communion is far more sacred than that which is ‘physical’.
The rewards are the acknowledgements. The subtle whiffs of nods or are these just echoes? There is such warmth in believing that the head nodded up and down in affirmation upon reading this.
Well, I’m not telling.. I’m just stroking the thought wondering if there is ever a need to get past the space.
FYNDING ME 
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