I want to get lost in conversations with perfect strangers.
Talk until the moon is chased away by the sun.
Connect the stars like they were pictures.
Exchange similarities as if relating was a currency.
Theorize the meaning of life like we were philosophers in the year 600.
I want to make sense of it all and have it make no sense at all.
Life is a riddle that shouldn’t be solved.

I want our connectedness to be the only thing.
Emotions we share as humans.
Yearning to feel it all.
Love.

The strings that link us together.
Nerves in a nervous system. One body.
An endless web of souls interconnected.
The surge of energy running through our veins.
Elated, floating, bubbling with happiness.

I want to share the things that make us hurt.
make us laugh.
make us full.

Laugh until we cry,
Then cry until we hug.
Hold each other’s trauma in tender arms.

I want to live a life that’s a constant reminder of what it means to be a human.