Sometimes contemplation crushes you in a certain way and you develop a certain type of sensitivity. It damages something and trades it for something more spiritual.
There are people with an empty gaze. Full of energy, no doubt or fears, smiling, and you know! You know that the words will squirt from your soul, but will hit uselessly their rigid minds, just like your palm would slap a one tone rock. They will look at you undistracted, waiting politely for your point, you see no echo of yourself in their frozen facial expression! And you wait as well, because you're done. The reciprocal stare from two universes that don't intersect. It is a torture to spend a second together with this person. It's traumatic to look in a pair of beautiful eyes and them not really be eyes, as your soul understands it.
What you have to search is soulmates, people that were crushed by the same daemons, by the same miracles.
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