A man looked me in the eyes today and with blood shot emotion and condensation building expressed underlying deep love he was unwilling to fully spill due to old fashion manhood. With a crinkling chin and deep inhalations I conquer my sensitive nature once again. There is something deep inside of me that aches and smiles and cries every time I see a woman cross the street with a child on their way to the park. Every time I hear a baby cry. Every time I hug. Walk, run, jump, speak to anyone, make love, see love, see death, discomfort and everything else that I can’t write because I don’t want to waste paper writing for 12 more hours.
