We have this warm, invisible friendship.
When we need grounding, we hold on to one another, we support, we believe, we spirit our hugs across oceans, over miles and miles.
We laugh together, we cry together, we know each other.
And yet, we have never met, we may never meet, not in this lifetime.
But, with every message sent, every comment made, every “love that” or “you are amazing”, we raise each other up with kindness, with all of our very best intentions
As if our very being depends on it, and this is how it should be.
We share the beauty in countless creations, we recognise true passion in art, we feel the pain in the sorrow of others, we rejoice in the feelings of love, of celebration.
But, I think, most of all we recognise a little piece of ourselves in each other.