There you are. Here I am. Let's talk.
My favorite color is blue and white. Yours is green. The weather is fine and I think you look more than fine. Ask me how I am and I'll say tired. I'll ask you the same and you'll reply with "alright". Continue on with your day, your action, but I'm bored. When I was younger, I had a fear of talking because I knew the conversation would be useless and end in awkward silence. To this day nothing scares me more than a casual conversation.
When I ask "How are you?" I want to hear about your morning, what you ate, the sound and smell you woke up to. Tell me that song you've been listening to on repeat. Tell me that weird habit of yours where you like to disappear and hide in the crowd. Tell me your aspirations, your passions or what keeps you up at night. Tell me more.
When you lie in bed, what do you think about? More importantly, do you even sleep? Do you count the sheep like I do? Or do you cry yourself to blackness and wake to sunlight.
I'm happy go-lucky but it's okay if you're paranoid. I could care less if you liked scream-o and I preferred Indie, let's just talk.
I've been wondering what space is like, what's beyond the universe. Tell me the science or the religion or the math or the disinterest in life that revolves your thoughts. I don't care about the obvious. I want to know you. I want to know what it's like in your perspective. Don't just skim the surface, I can do that with the mailman.
Casual conversations are okay but I care more about what's really on your mind or how you plan on going about. I care about you. So let's talk. Let's talk about more than the usual. Let's talk about everything known and unknown. Let's talk for more than just a couple seconds. Let's talk all day, all night or for hours on. Your surface was never enough. So let's just talk.
