Sometimes I wonder if people see in me what I see in myself. 
Sometimes I feel like our bodies are a hinderance. Our skins..bones...veins....are holding us back. 
I want to see someone else, see them and know them for who they really are. Regardless of their true nature. I just want to see someone that's as real and true and wholesome and complete as they can be. 
I wish I can strip myself of the superficial and have everyone look at me, exposed, vulnerable, real. Because I (like everyone else) find it hard to truly behave as myself, to tell the whole truth, to be honest without fear of being judged.

It'd make everything a shit load easier if we were all open books. Sure we'd be boring, but at least we'd have less drama and more understanding. We can't have everything, after all. 
What are our bodies holding in anyways?
We experience physical pain, physical pleasure, physical shock...but can that really compare to/compensate for what our brain...our heart...our emotions... our insides experience?
I want to know what impacts me the most, I want something that'll really shock my senses, something to really trigger a response from me...I don't care what form it comes in...violence if it comes to that.

I'm waiting for the click that'll never kick in.

I'm just another foolish sentimentalist.