I want it and yet I don’t. There’s always been this emotional paradox. It’s that being too ‘near’ people, physically and emotionally. That being known and knowing. It’s too much. I need my physical and pyschic space to be preserved. I am sponge. It’s been so for as long as I can remember. I take it all in, their stuff, as well as mine. It overloads me. And I want to run. And yet. And yet, I long to belong. To? Someone, family, friends. And when I feel I don’t, when I sense and feel that distance, I am sad.
