There's a space somewhere being filled with words you don't say. Uncharted, dangerous, and isolated is this space I yearn to explore. Coaxing words out of reluctant mouths is a personal endeavor into which I have happened upon. There is something special about words that require work. There's a quality to conversations that occur with someone who does not force anyone to listen. Often, I get distracted during a task, however I pursue this tenaciously without the need to leave myself notes and constant reminders. Time and again I make the investment required to learn about what others have missed. Some thoughts should be released and allowed to float into the air to interact with other thoughts and the atmosphere. These thoughts have the opportunity to cling to people who will carry them away to affect atmospheres everywhere.
I have this desire to be an anthropologist of incomplete ideas. I want to immerse myself in half-formed sentences and questions. Just as these experts fill in the blanks with the pieces available to them, I want to discover the nuances of you through the words that never make it out of the gate. My view of how to put the pieces together would lead me to some incorrect conclusions based on what I think I have learned. However, unlike the cultures typically studied by these seasoned experts, you would have the voice to rearrange the pieces into the appropriate formation. There's a space somewhere being filled with words that are painting a mural.
