Sometimes I get really intense. Feelings are so immensely complicated and everchanging. Sometimes I feel like I write stuff down so I can capture those instances where a flood was roaring within me and maybe in my quieter moments I can reflect and understand where exactly this intensity is stemming from. Understanding, however, is such a loaded word, with levels of depth and types. How does anyone ever get understood by anyone else? It must be more than the mind guiding us, because words are so inadequate, a look, a gesture these all come into play. The subtleties of depth.
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