I find myself out of the situation. Placed not in the brightly lit classroom, but in a pool of thought, watching one fade in as others fade out. Watching the red glint of attraction fade at my feet. It seeps into the earth, which is white and sandy. I wonder where it goes. Maybe it digs through the earth, finding a place where it belongs. Maybe it will hide for now, until I look back up and try to hold it down with the sole of my shoe, keeping it buried forever. I miss it already.
It’s like this other element. To the talking. When you look at each other there is this other feeling. Not just the conversation feeling. It’s like this unspoken feeling, like a string is connecting you. Sometimes it’s easy to make the string up, but when the other person feels the connecting string, you just know. And all the words travel across that string because those words are for you both. It’s more than a conversation.
-An excerpt from a piece I’ve been working on, written in the voice of a young girl, detailing the first stages of connection with another person.
As I wrote I was reflecting back, trying to visualize the feeling that pairs with getting to know someone not in a polite or obligated way, but in such a form that there’s almost a literal string of connection.