I've been having a lot of personal conversations lately. Deep in the sense of digging deep into my own thoughts and feelings and sharing them - not necessarily deep intellectually. Or deep in the sense that I talked comfortably about things I usually never mention or skirt around.

It's been good, though. Low key, reflective, slightly vulnerable, yet not scary vulnerable because I was always around people I loved and trusted. They were never big-deal-profound-life-transforming talks. Just pillow chat and the like.

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as I was writing this my roommate came up behind me and started rubbing my back and chatting again - that's love. talking and healing touch.