If the brain is a series of wires, then these were lovingly connected. Each tiny trigger seemed to make the tiny brain shake with explosions. Jolts of electricity, of realizations. They called it personal growth, watched it expand. Tiny wires, everywhere, they seemed to sprout up. Tingles traveling up a spine, settling on these thin wires. Because of these wires, I watch those electric tingles pour out of my mouth. I watch your face change, and I look at what we’ve become.
January 19, 2010