I do not know what I joined as many as you. This is not love. Is another. Like an invisible thread that I feel from your head to mine. A long thread full of smiles and full of tears. Something that feels in neon tubes, said. An appeal may be also. Impressions of deja vu. A mirror of a life like mine. Or sometimes quite the opposite, the desire to be different, these differences.
I do not know why some people resonate in us more than others. I do not know what distinguishes the invisible. Integrated radar unchosen. The desire to go to. Something to learn perhaps. A hard lesson or a little beauty you could not guess. There are links between humans greater. Who does not appoint. Accompaniment of the soul. The same route.
further I go in life, the more I think the son between minds are precious. And rare. Much more than the son in the hearts. This is not the same kind. Although sometimes it may point to the same result. The problem is that sometimes the thread, it hangs in a head. Nothing on the other end. No sharing. Because what is not seen, what is not said is sometimes not really. And although most things that exist are not seen, they remain the most difficult to decipher.
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