every detail matters
each piece evokes an emotion, a taste

each version gives them different semantics to interpret
each with room to misinterpret

because leaving no room,
upsets them,
and terrifies your body,
leaving no room to rationalize,
whether what you think is true or not

their eyes and shoulders don't match what they are saying

are they lying,
being sarcastic?
telling a joke?
are they trying to hide something that's been bothering them?

i want to help them,
and i don't even know them,
but i can be too intense at times
and that could feel scary and unfamiliar to them

everything is a mystery
everything is a sacrifice
every twist is part of life
every emotion is there to protect you
and give you meaning

because, otherwise,
we're all just single-celled organisms that have evolved to be the same

each detail you contain,
is the most exciting part of you,
that others don't have,
that no one can take you away from you

don't try to be someone else's "their"
because you can't take other's either
you can only have yours

all of you is listening
if you hear the taste loud enough

like a song,
evoking words from sound,
because its not done,
there is still room for others,
to connect

should you eat?
or will a song fill you up

the intro, like the appetizer
the verses are the sip of soup in between
the chorus is the expensive protein
the bridge is the milkshake you ordered on the side
the end is the tissues

the sweets are the connected eighth notes,
the salty is the staccato filled with half rests
the bitter waves from the back of your tongue forward is the drone and resonation of the background instruments

and when it's over,
you're hungry for more sound again

because when you listen,
sound is louder than hunger,
it's why i forget that i need to eat,
it's why i don't know what im feeling,
there's too much going on at once

the breeze and creeking from the old fans, the uncovered lights, the fridgid temperature

others seem unbothered by the breeze,
they dont need a sweater
they are exhausted from uncomfortable body temperature
or maybe they are?

it's like running a marathon here,
without even moving

the presence of everything doesn't cease to be noticed,
it's always on,
plugging your ears, or covering your eyes makes part of it go away,
but there are still several more holes that are leaking the water in

it's okay,
i can still use this experience as inspiration,
from all senses,
translated into another medium,

that you can read