I was thinking about the narratives we tell ourselves about life and how impossible it is to have a shared experience. What can be put into words is limited in itself, not to mention we don’t always speak up.

No one will know my reality. As I will never know anyone else’s.

At the end of the day, we all live in our own fantasies.
The magic happens when we manage to really share a moment. Just a split second, when we both experience the same, feel the same, and think about nothing, but enjoy the moment.

The rest is in our heads.

The Soil – Unspoken Words

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