Yes, yes, on the one hand, about everything, but on the other, I really want to feel someone's warmth ... The warmth of the soul ...
When you don’t need verbiage, look for topics, try to captivate someone, but just find yourself next to someone, when you understand without words ... The warmth of the soul is never intrusive and suffocating if it is real ...
We value only what is rare ...
We do not know how to realize at a given moment that it is he who is the best, and what is more, the best ...
Even when you are alone ...
But lonely? I do not believe…
There is definitely a person somewhere, maybe far away, but who is able to hear the call of your soul ...
And even more often - very far ...
But what are the distances in our fast-paced age? I wrote a letter - and it is already waiting for the addressee to read it ...
True, I like letters written by hand, not typed on a soulless keyboard ...
But I myself am like that - I have already forgotten when I wrote real letters, and then put them in an envelope and sent them flying ...
Everything changes, but only the Man's thirst to feel the warmth of another does not change ...
And yet - at least sometimes to touch - not only with a thought, a word, but also with a hand, and feel a reciprocal movement, a fleeting movement towards ...
But it is better this way - to feel an invisible touch to the heart ...
Let it be, after all, there will definitely be a meeting, and there will be a touch, I believe in it, otherwise ...
And it cannot be otherwise ...