finding the fragment of feeling
Usually, throughout the day, I interact with multiple people. These range from random encounters to colleagues from work.
The interactions are usually pleasant; we talk about the weather, the weekend, how something is going, etc. I enjoy them, but in the end, they typically don't feel that fulfilling. Maybe it's the mask we wear or the constant rush. Fear of being different and picking standard options. Not sure.
It's much better with friends; there is a different level of connection, and you can share your thoughts and get acknowledgment.
I kept thinking what it is. Not sure if it's a good name, but I would call it a fragment of feeling. It's hard to describe; it's just a feeling that you can sometimes catch when there are not only words but also emotions—the essence.
Writing my thoughts sometimes also gives this kind of feeling. Sometimes I am able to transport it to the text, to freeze it and save it. To simply feel it. Sometimes the feeling only lasts while writing; sometimes I can also find it in the finished text.
It's also not only in my own writing. These fragments exist in other people's texts. Some are just great writings that can capture anything into them; some can capture the feeling due to strong emotions or because I can relate.