When I met a girl on Omegle who read me like three incoherent, handwritten, multi-page love poems
I think that's what it means to feel something
When the lady who sleeps on the bench outside smiles because only she fully appreciates a sunny day
I’m pretty sure that's what feeling is
When the old man who is weak from fasting cries as he reads the last passage on Yom Kippur, then dances in front of the congregation in the presence of God
He is feeling
The little boy in the room next to mine, who weeps and thrashes and screams at the change
He is feeling
There's a playlist I made a year ago called “Big Feelings”
If I ever have a reason to listen to it, maybe then I will be feeling
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