I love the idea of people. I love how we have hair, how we don't. How we have eyes, eyebrows also, to keep away the perspiration from entering our eyes, how we have noses, how we can smell the aromatic scent of our lover's hair. How we have lips, how we have a mouth, we can speak, and put across ideas and information in the form of words, how everyone understand words, but not everyone understands the feelings put into those words. One can put so much effort into choosing the word and fit it in the jigsaw puzzle of the sentence, yet no one can see the emotions. How we have arms, how we hug with those arms, how we ave small arm extensions after, enabling us to clasp a pen, to write to a probably long forgotten person now remembered, how we can use them to pleasure, to amuse, and curse. Use them also, to wipe the tears off their faces; off your loved ones' faces, how we can hold their hands, how you held my hands, walked me through my deepest fears and diced off the tentacles of the thoughts who cling unto me. How we have a stomach; to some it is an orifice, to others, it is an abyss of nothing. They starve for they think they're not beautiful, or just the probable thought of nothing being able to fill them because of the aperture in the centre, towards the left of the heart. Knees, they bend because they're joints, they help us walk and discover, but they're weak, they're like iron; tough but able to rust. Weak. Weak. Weak. You loved me when I was weakest, you now deserve every bit of me at my best. Feet, feet extensions, to many serving no purpose, but to one with no hands, they're thankful, but I forget. We forget.
I love the idea of boys, how they're the same yet different. Like anyone, they need water, air and food to survive. They get hurt by words and drown when they cannot swim. They've shoulders that are so much wider and hair so much shorter; I've always loved girls with hairdos so short it scared people, and boys with hair so long, people laugh. Those are my favourite sorts because they're different. I like anything discrepant from social norms. I love how boys have large hands, slim fingers, skinny, scrawny, muscular, anything. I like the idea of boys. I like the idea of how they're different yet the same. I like how they're the same yet different.
I like the idea of many things and I can't quite put them into words anymore.
