by axxxm
9/August/2025 in Kraków
Usually I get out of bed quickly
I don't like staying in bed
But this morning,
I lay in the bed for a while, thinking about her
I don't know her
I've never met her
I don't know her voice
I've read only 5 or 6 pieces of her short essays
Despite this,
I feel something inside her so intimately through her writings
I sense her sadness, her pain & her tears, more closely than if I had seen them with my own eyes
Writing feels like it flows directly into my psyche
More than paintings or music, writing forces my mind to touch the author's mind