it was a weird moment, just everything like I tried to describe, all… incongruous? I guess you might say dissociative? one of those existential moments where you feel exposed to the the glittering blackness of space.
it’s like, there’s one person in all the world who I just want to talk to, in person preferably, and I can’t, and I was doubting if anything I saw or felt was there at all.
right now, I just wish I could have a drink with them and just talk about anything.
it’s sad, because my friends have been very available to me in the last few weeks, all asking if I want to go for a drink and talk, and I wish I was capable of appreciating them. but this one person felt like the key to me opening my heart to other people again. or indeed the world and all its charms.