the beautiful Sophia Varady
there was stuff i kept to myself because i felt like i couldn’t explain it in the right way. i tried, but people got bored or annoyed or didn’t get the message. how could i talk about the certain way the air felt on that spring morning. there’s no punchline to the experience of seeing a particularly bright rose. i think there aren’t words. but i met you and i had someone to share the story with, even if we’d never be able to describe the moment after it happened. i think that’s why we collect people in our lives. so we can be two people sitting silently watching an ant take food back to his colony. so we can look at the other person and know - they’re experiencing it too. they don’t have words either. but they get you.
