Lately I feel myself gasping for air, quite very literally - like a sigh that gets swallowed back into my lungs. It isn't the typical weight in my heart or mind, but rather a lingering sensation that emanates from my chest. I struggled to describe what it entails till speaking to Tanya this morning helped me put a finger to it.
It is a trinity of being emotionally drained, emotionally unavailable and feeling emotional about all of it at the same time. Strange, hur? Being emotional about not being (able to be) emotional. Hur.
I guess this restful weekend is a good time for me to decompress and reassess my priorities in life. I will be back to share more thoughts (and perhaps regain my individuality, in due course).
p.s. I use parentheses a lot more in my writing after I met her - just one thing that stays even when the person has long gone.
