Youniverse

So here we are, you and I, out on the raggedy edge. We're holding tightly to our pre-conceived notions and reservations. Let's check them at the door and step outside, because, with them, we'd blame clarity of intention and thought on alcohol, even though what we really want is embarrassing honesty. I want to get uncomfortably close. I want to keep staring when I make eye-contact. I want to tap everything to know what it sounds like. I want to continue to be modest while still being comfortable with who I am. I want it to be okay that I can't swim or do base level algebra. I want to find someone who will completely explore objects for whole afternoons. I want to talk to someone who won't have the gut reaction of laughter when I say something doesn't sound a certain colour. Someone else should love sound as much as I do. Someone else should put two and two together and come out with 11:11. We should all be compelled by texture. We should all touch without touching. Let's listen to what's really going on.

Let's put everything we 'know' aside.

Urgent napkin poems, handwriting, scents, colour, British Spelling, Canada, beaches, hearts, oceans, complicated metaphors, music, tonal recognition (I used to play Happy Birthday over the phone to my friends), whistling, humming, sparrows and turtles, referring to things by colour, and personal soundtracks.