by photograph.
Like the way the lights smear, stretch and bleed
through tear drops.
Or like how one can feel love and hate
simultaneously.
Some things…
Some things are caught between worlds.
Caught
between what I can see and me… and even if I wanted to express them to you,
I could not.
I could not.
I could try to paint it
and you
you could try to interpret it,
but some things simply cannot be shown or
explained.
They can only be felt
experienced…
See for yourself...
See for yourself...
This is the root of empathy.
And even in empathy, you will still never be able
to see it through my eyes,
nor I through yours,
nor I through yours,
just like I will never truly be able to see myself
through my own eyes.
And this is just one of the many curses of being God.
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