I love seeing people.
And I don’t mean the physical sight of them,
But the authenticity of their mind.
Their ethics. Their morals.  
Although, it seems like the physical to me ..
And to see one’s mind work in the physical form,
Is to read it I guess.
Of the many minds I’ve read, I’m left feeling like a sunflower in the dessert usually;
Among scorpions and cacti.
Out Of Place. Different.
But that’s alright.

I know I just belong somewhere else.