To love love

I am having a hard time keeping my chin up.

I believe the world is made up of people. And in our modernized dreams we have forgotten how to be connected to the people around us. We think so much of scaling the heights, we forget to hold the hand of the lovely souls beside us.

The silence on trains, the eyes buried in books, the fingers fidgeting with mobiles, the averted gaze and the unsmiling seconds of catching someone else's eye. We're so scared to smile.

I still look to find the soul and the colour in everyone. We are more than the test we last sat for and the my-alarm-didnt-ring-and-i-was-soooo-late stories. More than the tag on our shirt and the next party we haven't heard about.

I like talking to people. I like knowing people.

N I like when I don't have to make a big dramatic display to be counted.

If there can be you and me and a cup of coffee and we're still smiling, then that's who I want to meet. And that's the version of the world I want to be in.

That's not to say it doesn't already exist. My best friends. The friends of friends I can remember because they had a personality and genuity about them. Even the exchange students who could manage a lunch with actual conversation. They are definitely around. I just think so many people have forgotten how to be part of society. Social is just about a drunken cheer, an excusable inebriated smooch and roll in the sack + disappearing act. Or an exclusive us & them based on a system of inflated truths.

No. I like the people who remember to be real. It's not that unique. But it's special. Every time.


And to relate back to the start of this post, I have come to each person with a smile and an open heart. But sometimes they love and get terrified when someone can love back. I don't mean a boy-girl romantic love specifically. Just love. And in all that experience of people who prefer to stick with superficial relations and run from good times that aren't so erasable, there is a weight at the corners of my mouth.