the knowledge that my feelings are not original is more than just a little unsettling. they may be original to me, but certainly have been shared by someone other than myself at some point - many points. hearing them related to me by someone else's first person is sort of like an out of body experience.
how is it possible that we think we are so different, but not really at all?
we simultaneously want so badly to feel somehow separate from one another but together at the same time.
we long to not need yet to be needed.
i crave your touch but cower in your presence.