I am a reporter of life.
A recorder of all your dreams, hopes,
tears and fears.
The way I see them,
the way you don’t know that you share them
with the world.
From your eyes, your tongue, your hands, your heart;
I soak them up.
I rewrite them in a way that you never would;
a way that you will never see them; until I say them.
But the rest of us do.
Through them, we see you,
not the way you think you want us to;
but the way of you.
The way the rest of the world reflects
off your face, your words, your deeds, your soul;
the way the rest of the world feels
You in it.
I’ll have a cup of Americana… with cream.