we have a way of making connections with our senses, even though the experience constitutes of really disparate and disconnected entities and emotions.
Perhaps, that's it. Emotions are the roots that connect us, desperate to reach further, afraid we would lose out on the neccessities of life.
but there's nothing necessary except our growing up, no, not old but up even if we will eventually drop, fall, wither, or just drop.
I like to think that we are afraid. extremely afraid that we will lose touch.
but we won't. every moment alone in our sleep, we enter into a tree-state. A state where-when we hug ourselves, and spread our roots - making connections.
she - makes possible the connections.
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