Taylor Swift’s ‘Delicate’ and why it is so relatable:
This is life. We are blinded by the lights, our voices drown in chatter and noise, we put up walls, we fake smiles to get through the day.
And then this magical thing happens when you become invisible and you no longer care about what people think of you.
And it’s fun, for a while. You get to be your own person, be fearless and scream at the top of your lungs, have the time of your like. You can finally dance like nobody’s watching, like you’re 22 and making the moves up as you go.
But it gets too tiring to endure life on your own, though you are living it on your own terms, with a 'short hair, don’t care’ mentality, in a big city that seems to swallow you up completely. But it’s suddenly way too quiet. There’s no reply once you voice your fears into the darkness. There are only wolves and vultures, watching.
We, unavoidably, crave someone. Someone whose opinion matters to us, who’s gentle, kind, warm, bubbly and there for us. We want to be seen by them. And only by them.
And then we’re found. We struggle daily and fight endless battles just to look into those eyes again, hoping that we won’t fall into the abyss, like all those times before. And we smile. We smile because those eyes are already looking into ours, desperately looking for us in a crowd of endless strangers.
Reputations die, flowers bloom again. Our windows are still closed, boarded up, but there’s a fire there to keep us warm. We’re burning hot, even after hours of dancing in the pouring rain. We’re finally clean.
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