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Feeling

She told me that


   She doesn't always know how she is feeling


      Only that she is feeling. 



I nodded 


     Because 


I thought I understood her.



“There aren't always words that can fully capture how we feel. Trust me, I've been searching for the right words for a few lifetimes in a few different timelines and they slip through my fingers like sand, while the feelings flow through me like water. And the river continues to run, never ceasing for an instant,” I say to her. “Sometimes, all we should do is feel our feelings and not try to capture them with words, images or songs.”


She just shrugged and skipped down the street.


-CH 8/30/25

 
 
 

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