I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
I love those random moments when you make a connection between two events or two subjects or between anything that you thought were totally unrelated and it makes you just stand in awe because the world is a beautiful ball of connections and it’s like magic, but no one else can really see it. So it’s like the universe has shared a secret with you.
When I am passionate about something, I get so excited and there’s so much feeling and such bubbling inside me and filling me with joy and happiness that I forget not everyone around me has the same intensity as I do sometimes.