Imaginary relationship Or The life of words Or Parallel living It is so much interesting that a relationship can evolve on words only. We haven't experienced nothing together but had a few hours of conversations, where we just asked and shared and bantered and flirted. Everything exchanged was in our minds. And suddenly we see each other closer, more connected than before. Everything changed only in our minds. Our lifes are still separated by 500km, we cannot lean on each other, we cannot touch, we cannot count on any help but there is this intimacy build on words. We are bolder, freer, more open to ask, empathize and reveal ourselves. I understand the voice, intonation, gaze and body language is adding or polluting the conversation.
We are stuck in this state without any possibility to advance, in the near future. How long can we survive in this state? It is not natural, it is not healthy and it does not add veracity to the relationship. The wizardry of words has no currency in real life. Who knows what coward or bitch is hiding behind a craftsman of words. Who knows what skeletons are we hiding and prefer the warm feeling of flirting words. People are defined by actions not by words and the easy example is Donald Trump. Are the said words not the same as your believes and past life? We all tend to embellish our achievements and find justifications for our mistakes. Our mind wants an easy past, with our image basking in glory. For actions, there is already more than believes, you decide to change the status quo and take a position. The actions are already putting you in a slice of reality and people could judge you based on them. When life is slapping you hard, actions, deeds are the exits. And then the ruptures happen, large gaps between words and reality. But still, in real life is the same emptiness. I imagine this as reading a book: after a few hours of wandering through someone life it looks very familiar, it gives you confidence and free judgement. It's only an illusion, a figment of imagination with no applicability in reality. Are the books, movies, songs, art just simple drugs for our soul, emotions? Is this addiction and the imagination flames important for your well being? What happens when one of us will feel the emptiness of the words and wants to go and live the life with others, no imagination, no dreams, no desires, real stuff happening with you. You will not answer any messages, any emails, look at any photos because life is giving you too much to compensate with virtual life and artificial. I have to find the path to move from imaginary to real life, to be slapped, to kick and get kicks in order to live my life.
Sometimes the dreams are too big for our life and we have to let them fly, like a giant balloon with a long thread keeping it anchored to the ground. Still grabbing the thread, for now, because I don't know better.
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