Making eye contact in public

    A subjective matter. You could see this as that. Believing that humans have a magnet placed neatly under their ribcage. Your magnet searches for something to pull to. A heart yearning. Similar to a child's hands reaching. An innate call out for desire. To be familiarized with mystique. Where does your magnet go? What is that feeling and do you think it grossly watered down to reduce this feeling of attraction to words? Humans have natural inclinations. We are animalistic. Not much has evolved when it comes to love. We are just as habitual, fascinated, and with all the same imprudence. 

    When I saw you, I wanted to know your story. To digest your genesis. To sit and hold it with you. In my palms, where I have held the magnets of others. My ribcage drawn to yours. Entwined in the bother of absolutely knowing nothing of a person you now, more than ever, are desperate to know. Then there is the bother of introducing yourself. The possibility of making a fool. Rather, the probability. Thinking of things to talk about. A huge hassle when souls speak such eloquent language. Absent of vowels and consonants! How it should be. 

    Seeing you and wondering: what would your soul say to mine? The ribs ache in ignorance. Heaven's only wishful glance across the room. Doesn't the mind pursue such hopeful insights into the future when someone special catches your eye? They could be the person of your year. Your very best decision. Your most memorable mistake. There exists so much potential in one glance. Humans are particularly dreamy in these tunnels they fall down. Dreams of friendship, romance, lust, intrigue, wonder, all from meeting the eyes of a stranger. Do you have this magnet that I feel?