The way you were so comfortable with your own movements captured my attention.
I felt awkward standing in my own skin next to your sleepy movements, so sure and simple.
I don’t know who you are, where you came from or where you’re going, but I wanted you to know that your hands seemed to know the way the world worked and your sad eyes made it seem like the weight of humanity was living inside your skull and it reminded me that my feet were standing on solid ground and that gravity was enough to keep me there.
I hope whatever was troubling you has stopped now.
