There are times when we humans feel exhausted. Don't get me wrong, the word is not used in the physical sense only; my thoughts are exhausting, my brain is exhausted, romance is exhausting, therefore my heart is exhausted and so on...
That's why I was so glad to have a heartfelt conversation in a world that I find so exhausting. I had seen this girl a while back and I was oh-so-afraid to talk to her, yet, (by some strange miracle) I was able to muster the courage necessary. I introduced myself and to my upmost pleasure, she liked my name. Thinking myself clever, I worked up a far-fetched excuse to break the ice; but I soon found out that extraordinary measures wouldn't be necessary, because she was the greatest type of simple. We went to talk about different things, but mostly we talked about art.
I w a s b e r e f t .
As she rambled on, I began to notice that she was living, breathing art, to the point I had to thank God for this seemingly divine intervention because it lifted my spirits after my recurrent exhaustion. It made me pick up a pen and write about it (and in the slump I've been as of late, that's saying quite something). That simple exchange of ideas is now a memory I treasure fondly.
Now I'm a believer in the power of a conversation.
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