I'm in love with your stories. Admittedly; not everybody's a good storyteller but still, nothing makes me feel more alive and relatable than to sit down, and carefully listen to someone's tale and even though I would like to deny it, I think this is what I've been living for, at least in the past few years. I live to listen to you, I want to glimpse into your world, to hear what has happened; I want to know every background story that led you here to me. What has happened to your hand? Where did you get this beautiful laugh? Who gave you those scars you carry? I want to know why your eyes wander whenever you hear that one specific song or why your smile has all the warmth in the world. Tell me about the one who hurt you, the stranger who gave you a day to remember and that time when you danced all by yourself through the night for as long as you have a story and I'm listening, I'll be in your world with you and we won't be two strangers existing in different realities.
After falling in love, getting heartbroken, loosing, gaining, dancing, dying and all the things I have experienced in this short and yet endless span of time that we call existence; I want to think that I found out what being alive means to me. I found out that it wasn't about myself, those whom I loved or even the things that left me tattered and torn; I found out that I belong whenever I'm observing. Whether it is listening to music or voices; Or watching someone's hand draw as their gaze is lost within themselves. For as long as there's a story, and a decent storyteller, I'm alive.
