Soft Soft Soft

Soft soft soft guitar strings strummed by such familiar fingers. In that mirror she looking at her eyes full of respect and admiration. She and she and she criss cross applesauce on the fraying college perfect carpet completely comfortable. Not one of them is touching the other but I can feel the constant connectivity between each. I cherish the moment so full of humility gratitude love. Decadent decadent decadent. 

Thank you thank you silently I whisper in my head for reminding me of the power of human interaction. All day I touch touch touch but never really feel like I feel the intangible strings of relationships. You may not know it but you and you and you help to hold me together.

I fold up these little moments you create and put them in my pocket to pull out and feel the creases on a rainy day. And maybe maybe maybe one day side by side I will lay them. Maybe tape I will find that will hold them - or string to weave them - all together into a portrait of life created by portraitures of individuals. 

Then I will fold fold fold it all back up into words and tie those words into a story and create a book full of my faith in people.