You can love me and hate me at the same time, he said. I understand that, he said. I understand it all, I know it all. There’s no need for explanations, I know everything.
I understand, he said Ghandi-like. Understanding. Understandable.
Nothing is right. Everything is wrong. I feel like I am always running. And I can’t keep up. I just can’t keep up.
I understand, he said. Stop running, he said.
Ghandi-like. Understanding. Understandable.
Not understanding anything that’s me.
Your words are beautiful.
And they are leaping over mountains on their own journey, regardless of whether they are understood fully or not.
Words, thoughts, feelings, insights; they are all like that. Showing up and moving on, leaving us to follow them, in search for meaning and wholeness.