Opening a book is far different from opening yourself. And certainly when you speak through your favorite words they sound beautiful from the aftertaste of cement and satin. The sound of your voice sounds sweeter when the tick-tock ticks with the drum in your heart. We love art for this reason. Truth and emotion. Language, an abstraction in itself, moves mountains without motion.

How magnetizing, then, to be understood as you authentically unravel like the satin for someone who stays like cement. The genetics of your thoughts seamlessly transcribed. And the photograph of her and him or him and him or her and her or you alone is beautiful. Something to behold. Something to be held.

Being torn from lucidity and into this fragmented orbit is far from falling and all the more freeing. And I do not aim at limiting or even predisposing this topic to intimate relationships. You and I, we desire to be seen in each color.

Biting down on the lip to keep from crying because you are embarrassed at how quiet everything is and your friend knows this so you are taken by the hand and you are allowed to feel something more amongst the privacy of people. Slowly or suddenly please communicate without words because your language has become transparent. That is what knowing the most important thing to know feels like.

Use your words with the intention of creation. These things, this art, it is all important. It will help you learn how to be here. To know that there is satin in cement and cement in satin.