I love the natural warmth of some people. I love their discretion, their gentleness. Some people simply seize you from within; their inner space is uncommonly distinctive. Think about it: Mostly, you are going to be devastatingly alone. You will barely be able to carry around your thoughts let alone come to terms with the impossibility of sharing them with others. But in case you meet someone whose mind will attract you  — do not be afraid of opening up to them. If there is something glorious about the human race altogether, it is the ability to connect. We are most fearfully simply existing until we slowly and steadily develop the need to preserve our innocence and at the same time break some boundaries; Until we responsibly crawl outside of ourselves without losing ourselves and commit to some form of beautiful connection. Whatever happens, I always seem to need this kind of reassurance that I will maintain my self-sufficiency as well as open up enough, in order to connect. I need to be self-critical but I also need to remain soft; I need to keep my distances but I also need to show people more often that I actually do care. The best moments of clarity come to me when I am alone in bed drinking my black coffee and experiencing the very second at its fullest as well as genuinely embracing my current mood and its flow. I feel so purely honest with myself and consequently with all the rest of the world. And most of the time that alone is enough. The moment is whole; something is unbreakable. Something fits. But talk about an open landscape. Talk about intimacy. Talk about wordlessly wonderful communication and the unsurpassable sense of twoness, togetherness. It doesn’t have to revolve around romance; It might be utterly friend-rooted or not rooted at all. No definition might fit it but I still name it intimacy. And it is so strange and spectacularly profound.