I don't know what to do with all your kindness, it makes me disarmed
You already understood some important things that I haven't reached yet. You know how to wait, you know that the process in the making is the only thing that counts, you know how to not be afraid because you give yourself and the others the space to be, you know how to not perform but how to apply effort. And you know how to read and how to love
I said that I liked you because you are kind even when no one is watching, even when you don't need to, even when is the last rational thing to do. But I didn't say how gently you do it, and that's what makes it important. You never show off the kindness as it was the right choice, it seems like for you there has never been a really a choice but just to be like that
And I'm not saying that you're doing it careless, or unconsciously, or effortlessy, I'm saying that I can see in you the pain of having this curse and still going on as you couldn't help it, but I know you could. You are aware of your surroundings and you are aware that the world doesn't spin the same way you spin. And still you choose, as it was a political act, as it was the most gentle demostration of the existence of another scenario. You're not spreading it around and you're not bragging it but you stand still and decise in what seems unstable just from the surface.
I cannot see myself learning this













