If you raise your hand and say not a word… you will still be heard. Because I am listening. I am here waiting for the next sign and gesture you give…
We speak to each other and dance around stuff… that’s okay cuzz its only stuff… its just a reflection of a deflection. We’ll get through it.
One day we will not only mirror each other, but see into one another- there will be a little less cloud in our Grey sky.
The way we engage, disengage, and re-engage says a lot. You can dip your toe in, hedge your bets.. you are safe here.. you wont get caught.
Trap my tap dance in a wine glass, pop the cork, we can lay about and dance like dorks.