I have shown people how I weave words or show emotions like a full cup brimming its foam into the edge. I have shown curiosity and wisdom in my charcoal eyes and smiled into kindness. I have listened to my surroundings, I have hovered, lingered and stayed until they realize I was listening all along. I felt me, as I sponge myself for their pain or happiness. I have journeyed six different sunrise and sunsets in six countries. I saw the colors that flounce before my eyes and what they bring into my soul. The dreams I make out with snippets of memories. The lovely strangers I fell in love with, and of the irony of calling them strangers after falling out of love with them. The stories I keep in my pockets, and of the wantonness of escaping. The literary masters I read through and through and how they both transit and salvage my mind and sanity. Food that salivates my insatiable palate, and what momentary pleasure it would bring. Sex and the wondrous, marvelous imprint into your naked soul. That almost brittleness you feel, when you share your body to someone. And of the emptiness, you feel after that last kiss. The human sins we intake like wrath, greed, lust, and pride. And of the price, we suffer in the end…❤️