You say, "We are not so different, you and I."
I must argue that we are!
You hear the sound of the ocean while holding a seashell.
I hear the sound of my soul churning…
You see a spider and crush it in fear.
I thank it for eating the mosquitoes that would otherwise bite me.
Your hand caresses the rug with the direction of the weave.
I am inclined to draw patterns by running my fingers against it.
You only just taste the flavor of the food.
I also taste the extent of love in which it was made with.
You smell the aroma of the funeral flowers and cry for all you have lost!
I smell them and cry for all that the departed has lost.
This IS the nature of the difference between us…
