The pacing here mirrors that drifting feeling of moving through familiar spaces while feeling disconnected from them. Ordinary moments like standing in a grocery aisle become strangely revealing, especially the realization about wanting and absence. The restraint in the language lets the emotion sit without forcing it, which makes the ending linger. Many people know this state but rarely see it articulated so plainly. It leaves a sense of being witnessed without needing explanation.
The supermarket is one of the places where I feel uncomfortable — having to wait for the others, but then hurrying to get my things packed before they fall down.
The pacing here mirrors that drifting feeling of moving through familiar spaces while feeling disconnected from them. Ordinary moments like standing in a grocery aisle become strangely revealing, especially the realization about wanting and absence. The restraint in the language lets the emotion sit without forcing it, which makes the ending linger. Many people know this state but rarely see it articulated so plainly. It leaves a sense of being witnessed without needing explanation.
The way you put that... it feels like you stepped right into the atmosphere of it. Thank you.🖤
I felt like I was there, with you.
You have a gift. Will you notice if I stand here and look at it, or take it with me?
Thank you. I appreciate the way this was felt. There's something rare in being truly met in a piece, and i always notice quiet presence.
Why does everything, everyone, everywhere work so easily , so beautifully, while I am yearning for yours?
Thank you Jeanne.
maybe what lingers is not what i wrote,
but what answered back inside you..
So many good lines
This is beautiful and tragic. Love it.
“A place built for wanting” — that line landed hard. This felt achingly familiar in a way I didn’t expect
🖤
Your imaginary take is second to none. Every single time!!! Absolutely love this!
The final lines struck a chord more than ever.
The supermarket is one of the places where I feel uncomfortable — having to wait for the others, but then hurrying to get my things packed before they fall down.