When I cry, I prefer to allow
the tears to stream down my cheeks,
turning my face into a dank room
that no one cares to visit.
When I laugh, I am inclined to let
my chortles fill the empty spaces
between my bones, making my
very being shine with delight.
When I ponder, I favor solitude
and silence, my thoughts quickly
becoming my only comrade,
leaving me in commune with my vast mind.
When I visit with you, I fancy
long conversations filled with
silence, sweat, and laughter,
arranging our souls and thoughts in
ways to keep them stationary as we move about.
-Lauren Adams
i love this.
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