So.
At the core of the human experience is the feeling of being known truly, deeply, and intimately—and in kind, knowing someone the same way.
Depth. Understanding.
That’s it.
That’s what I’m searching for amongst thieves in these prison walls, and that’s why you may ultimately respond…
At my essence, I am sandy hair after a sunrise plunge; flour handprints on traveled jeans; petrol on a leather glove; a foreign language I can’t speak fluently; stories from thousands of side quests; a pocket of good karma; a pocket of sins; shrapnel from maple drumsticks; kindness; skepticism; disappointment; glory; grass stains; lost keys; spent coffee grounds; bloody weeping cling wrap; a lost voice with a full heart; a complicated phrase; a steady hand.
I don’t really know what I’m looking for. Maybe you do? Perhaps the rest will fall into place.
Cordially,