Who can ever tell where the boundaries of reality and fantasy are located.
Not me, that´s for sure.
The empath is always wondering who it is he or she feels.
Is this my feeling, my thought?
Is there, after all, only my feeling and my thought, without any interconnectivity?
Well, that has proven wrong too many times...
And then, if it IS you I´m feeling, what does that mean? What am I supposed to do?
The only way to find out, is to ask. But asking isn´t always possible.
Today the questions are there but aren´t torturing me and I´m grateful for that.
Not me, that´s for sure.
The empath is always wondering who it is he or she feels.
Is this my feeling, my thought?
Is there, after all, only my feeling and my thought, without any interconnectivity?
Well, that has proven wrong too many times...
And then, if it IS you I´m feeling, what does that mean? What am I supposed to do?
The only way to find out, is to ask. But asking isn´t always possible.
Today the questions are there but aren´t torturing me and I´m grateful for that.
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