Inside
Sitting behind the table, I raised the volume of the music to cover the sound of the rumbling asphalt being paved on the street. Right at this moment, I think I'm contemplating something I asked others about during the past week, "inside." I'm wondering what's going on inside me at this very moment. It's a difficult question. A complex one. Every time I asked anyone about it, they referred to very negative emotions. Images formed in my mind from the words of others. There was a feeling that they were trapped within themselves, struggling without drowning. There was a suffocating sensation in their words.
A struggle that no one can be the savior of. It's tough. We're like parallel worlds. Existing alongside each other, yet having no access to each other's insides. I don't know. Maybe that's how it's supposed to be. Because words, images, videos, and all the tools to explain emotions are often inadequate in conveying our current state. I ask myself, are we meant to understand each other? I'm not clever enough to propose a theory. I can only ask questions. That's it.
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