Did you realise how rare it is to really connect?
I mean – I don’t say that in any negative way just to disparage my current frienships – but why is it so hard to connect with one another?
I know that’s the reason why we have friends on one hand and accointances on the other – actually my choice of words doesn’t suit the meaning perfectly, and surprinsingly enough (for me anyway) french will help there – c’est l’opposition d’amis à copains.
On dit tout le temps que des vrais amis on les compte sur les doigts de la main – je trouve l’idée quand même un peu étrange, alors qu’on passe tous notre temps à essayer d’atteindre l’autre, en permanence
how come we succeed so rarely?
i get bored, so easily, and even if i connect, it’s so complicated – and as soon as i’m writing this Bashung sings « la unit je mens » – signe que je devrais surement m’arrêter là
i know i feel too much – i know i shouldn’t let myself get carried away by such a simple assertion
i just wonder how i expect it to be different some place else
i guess it’s not about how other people connect but more how i am making myself unable to connect – and maybe this will only change some place else
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i never thought i could drift so much apart from people i share blood with – i know it’s a silly thing, the blood talk
even if nothing else matter at the end of the road
but the thing is, i never thought it could happen to us – let the physical distance draw a line
i know it was supposed to, at some point, ’cause people live their lifes and when you’re not physically close soon enough you’re not even ‘there’ anymore
i just never thought it’d happen to us, the Brontë sisters