And sometimes it's like colliding into a glass ceiling.

We box each other up, all the time. Our world is large a self-referenced one, perceived from what we see, and what we think we know. No one's just that. I'm not just that.

And like Hedda, sometimes even if we actually try, it's also up to whether the world lets us.

It's been existing as separate entities for too long that it's become awkward even, to integrate it, to show, to reveal, to each or either.

Awkwardness makes me retreat.

If all of you would know, could know.

There are certain spheres I can no longer bear to be in. It's not easy to balance, and all I want to do is leave it behind and move on.