You used to say you’d see the energy of everyone and everything like static on a television screen. It comes out at you, all fuzzy like and vibrating like. I understood this. I understood you. I saw it like you did, too. I see it like you. Sometimes I’d say I perceive it in lines and grids and numbers, the world all around me, calculated like that. Pensive and orderly. So much order that it seemingly appears lacking. So simple it seemingly appears complicated. I saw the static today, Shane. I saw it vibrating and buzzing around me, around heads, around my black pants, the carpet, the grooves and softness and depth of everything, the life that it is. The life that is.
Growing through the messy parts, the insecure parts, the humiliating parts, the I-should-know-that-by-now parts. A real person who's being real. Continually seeking to re-align, re-calm, and re-clarify, even in the little things. Especially in the little things.