Things that make you go huh...

Bare with me. This may be a repeat offense. I can't help but let my fingers do the talking as they seemingly have a mind of their own. Stroking my hair, tapping my keys, caressing my lips, magically connecting to a thought my heart won't let go of. How do they do that so well....

"This is a case in which I need more than words to find the meaning." ~ Joan Didion

The world has forgotten how to communicate. Well, let me rephrase. Human beings have forgotten how to interact with other human beings live and in color. We are not our facebook statuses, our tweets, our filtered photos. We are not our selfies or job titles. We are what we do. We are who we are alone while strategically crafting our social media images in pursuit of perfection. We are forgetting how to be human.

I fear it's been last in translation far too many years ago to be in arms reach for those who pause long enough to know it's out there. Key word being: pause.

There's a gratifying heart felt beauty in simplicity. A sophistication cast aside by the catastrophic love of our iPhones, Bentleys, Uggs, Movados and all the luxurious possessions we either have or enviously crave.

Secretly we yearn for the simple things. We all just don't want to say it out loud.

Let's pretend you've never tasted a Manhattan or sipped chilled patron.

Let's pretend you've never felt the sand between your toes or sat in awe of a sunrise.

Let's pretend you have yet to hear your favorite song or stood in front of a masterpiece.

Let's pretend we've never met so we can start all over again.

Let's pretend my Mom met you while walking the dog or your Dad sat next to me on a park bench as I read his favorite book. They just had to get us perfect children in the same room.

I've been hanging on so long this time around.

Let's pretend you are too.

My heart won't let my fingertips stray. They feel too good gently smoothing my lips. My arms know it's out there. The notion of connection, of interaction, of discovery of ones soul. The rarity of another moral compass set to gracious soothing rawness. My being knows it's not to late. I can translate for you.

I'd call, but the sight of your aging crinkles around your smile isn't the same felt through the phone.
So, let me talk with you for a while. I'll stay as long as you'd let me. Be honest, be brave, be curious and courageous. Be who you are when you're alone in the bath or your first thought when you shake off the nights dream. Just be you. Please hold on to those pieces you construct for the outsiders, I don't want the full picture. I want to sit with you as you paint the puzzle slowly over time.

I'll never ask you how you're doing, because that question lies in rhetorics.

I'll listen quietly, because this is the essence of listening.

Fill the silence with thoughts you contmeplate duirng your morning run or traffic jam. We can sit there in comfort and let peace take hold.

The silence will become natural and the words will flow as they do now to my finger tips.

If for no reason at all but for one more one last time. Let's play pretend.