Do you remember the art of talking?
It feels like something we used to do. But since the world came out of lockdown we have lost these skills.
It’s not like we go around in silence, but the exchanges are all so superficial.
What happened to the conversations about following our dreams or how you came to be you.I
want to hear your darkest thoughts, share your theories on what happens after death and discuss conspiracies.
Let’s analyse it all.
The kind of conversations where you look at the clock and you’ve lost hours learning more about who we truly are.
Without these exchanges it makes the world feel a little colder, more hostile, like we’re all dressed in armor afraid to let anying through the gaps in case it corrupts our delicate sensitivities.
The world is such a lonely place right now. Why can’t we let eachother in?
So if you want to talk, just know I’m here