Connectedness. One thing leads to another. Often in unexpected ways.

I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them.

Every person has lots of ingredients to make them what is always a one-in-a-kind creation. We are all imperfect genetic stews.

This is why the deepest form of pain comes out as silence.

I made a note to talk to him about soft drinks. Those beverages are not healthy.

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We each have our own language.
Our own way of thinking, of talking to ourselves, of making sense of the world and putting it in order. A narration style that is ours and ours alone.
That's why some of us connect and some of us don't.
Because even though we can only live in our own heads, sometimes - every now and then - we meet a person we can talk to without speaking at all: whose story we can read, without even trying.