I just need One, I reminded myself...
And so I waited for not many
not life changing
but a merely manifested
and -above all- genuine One.
Writing is not cathartic, even though its feeling of release is present; it is not enlightening, however, it provokes critical thinking; it is not, above all, entertaining, nonetheless it transports you. I write in order to rationalize interiority, to catch emic experiences with a net. Everything, however, revolves and remains inside.