Words have been poured into my glass tonight and I drank till it filled my heart’s content..Overflowing my glass to fill this cavity that’s been sucked dry by emotions that I’ve refused to reckon with, from words I dared not to say. Quenching this inevitable thirst for words, replenishing a tongue left so stagnant. Reviving a spark inside me, because tonight I saw passion in the faces of 22 different people.

I always could listen better than I could write.

I’m a firm believer in listening…in absorbing thoughts and embracing the journeys of others..listening so hard that I feel my own feet pressed against their own soles, so real..that I began to walk too…Because I believe listening carves better pathways towards compassion. It stifles ignorance

Pour me another one.