For heartbeats that forget how to match and the sound of leaves crunching under Autumnal misadventures, tears falling especially when you have nothing to be sad about, for the act of flossing, for the smell of extinguished matches, for those who have a preference of peanut butter, for people who feel directionless but not meaningless, for the time of day when you feel most amazing, for prayer, for the sound of God’s voice, for wet grass, for spinning circles holding hands, for the way it feels when you accidentally brush and/or are brushed by a stranger and aren’t upset by it, for anyone who has ever read a dictionary, for Mr. E, for dancing naked or naked dancing or dancing nakedly with clothing on, for people who love the Beatles but don’t necessarily mention it when discussing music they really love, for the alphabet, for people who make other people coffee whether professionally or casually, for girls who don’t know how to wear tight clothing without feeling like they’re also lying, for girls who know that they look great in tight clothing, for that one line in your second favorite song ever and the way you felt the last time you heard it, for college friends, for my freshman English teacher, for people who love books, for people who like watching comedies on television but don’t like hurting anyone in real life, for people who don’t know exactly how to say what they mean – for people who do, for moments of silence, for everyone who lets me hold onto them when we hug, for people who are afraid of getting hurt, for people who know they will probably die alone but don’t know how to talk about it, for all the old people I spend a lot of alone time with in the San Jose Rose Garden, for tears, for anyone who has read all seven Harry Potter books and still likes the movies, for people who don’t hate me, for people who might hate me but still like people I like, for Walt Whitman, for Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, for my friend Matthew Sherling, for that Lil Wayne song “How to Love,” for the feeling of coming home, for not being homeless, for noise, for celebration, for people who remind me that I am extraordinary, for romantic love, for Romantic love, for everything, or most things, at least.
This is that place.
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