How would it feel to actually meet someone from Medium?

That would be like showing someone my raw meat first then showing them my defence mechanism afterwards

Kinda like fuck first, ask questions later.

How would it feel to actually meet someone from Medium?

Who's watched my lifeblood spatter on the keyboard.

I thought writing would bring me only joy and blessed relief

I watch the reads click in

I am astonished that I have released my secrets to strangers

That they have actively chosen to engage with my words and with me, the real me

That I have chosen to feel “you”, “the other” seeping into my consciousness

I play Cat Stevens twice because you suggested this song

Imagine that: your words and choices have directed me, on the other side of the world.

I lie in the lower bunk in my sons’ room on a summer’s evening in Copenhagen and am guided to a piece of music by you, “a stranger to my eyes”

I am moved by your vulnerability.

I feel grateful that you are showing me how.

I feel awe.