A heart that I could carry in my pocket.

I asked about why is life so precious, when living is but shreds of joy and pain, loss and gain, torment and resent hanging on a cliff edge, where we are clawing for a hold the weak are pushed, the strong held back, the quiet cowed by the bold more rain than sunshine, the warm outdoes the cold safety in numbers, in the cold light of the dawnout on the cliff edge. Moss clings so easily but now it's not so easy for the likes of you and me. I want to meet nervous glances before the connection. I want to be able to bore a hole through your head and for you to hold it. I want that intensity without words, for a minute or for a day from across the table at one another. I want it filled to the brim of anything, be it contempt or love or jealousy or devotion. I want it so clear and strong and passionate that you wouldn't even have to stretch the chords we call vocals. Perhaps someone to walk up next to me and keep walking as if we know one another and we started together from point [a] and plan to continue to point [b]. Who keeps going no matter how far I go, keeping up and not questioning or asking "where". Who just says "hey" and that ends it and understands that silence in verbality can be golden at times because small talk is filler and shit and neither of us care anyway because before you speak you know nothing of a person more than their physicalities. How they carry themselves, the look on their face, the way they step, skip, stumble, and stop. How they cross a street with traffic near and how they get through a crowd. If they look both ways. If they breathe through their mouth or their nose. The things you always learn later when a person mattered, because by then we were past all your me..me..me. I'll listen just so I can talk. By then you care and even comfortable without talking. I want that first and all the rest after. Because I don't want to know your life and it's little details until I am comfortable, not the other way around. It should always be that way. No one does that. The words here are never and ever. Not yet.