Sometimes it feels like we speak completely different languages
Languishing in the in between
Feeling around for something to hold on to
Or something to hold us down
Ground us into the same reality
Even if we can’t agree on the right words for it
The feeling
The knowing that you can only get from letting go of the concept completely
No what or why or how or when
Just feeling into the safety that is being fully seen by another
And accepted as you’re seen
No wishing and washing or criss crossing who you are to fit somebody else’s comfort
Pure connection on our most human level