dialogue.

why are we as a species afraid of dialogue?
what is it that scares us? is it the facing up to someone else's feelings that might not be positive?
i am always amazed how much pain and suffering i put myself through by not just laying out the cards.
plain and simple. this is how i am feeling when you said that. this is why i felt like that.
can there be space?
it feels great to get it off my chest. before i seek the dialogue my mind is cycling turbo speed. it's fuel is a repetitive monologue. this is what it means. this is why he/she did it. i am not good enough. something is wrong with me.
gasp.

hi, do you remember when you said "this and that" the other day. well, "this" really hurt me because it triggered something in me that happened before. and "that", put me in a place where i felt i had to defend myself. just wanted to share. cuz i am sure you didn't intend to hurt me. but it did. can we talk about it?
wow.
sky opens     stretches the horizon    out,    out,     and    beyond the corners of my eyes.
can i actually start to love dialogue?
what if i seek it like a moth. swirl, swirl, swirl. catchooo.

bottom line is i like you and care not only for you and me but also for this elephant that might grow and feed of my soul for the days to come and i will sit under his left back foot, mumbling quietly out loud. akjhf fbskyaw; fnfaswabf.
and really, what i want to really do, is enjoy all of this.
that is.
right now.