bouncing ideas back and forth
like a crazy ping pong championship
with words and concepts instead
of little round spheres.

you have to get it wrong
before you can get it right.
the words i share ring
hollow to another soul.

listen, hear, understand
the message i am trying to convey…
even if i’m wrong…
my heart begs to been seen,
accepted, valued, appreciated.
and i say heart but i mean me.

i long for you to listen to my words,
see me for me, and show me you.
i long for that moment of connection when
we see eye to eye, soul to soul…
when the words fail and the
conversation deepens.

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