A search for my people

I love things that make me feel passionate. I'm not really one to stand behind causes or corporations, but give me a book, play me a song, show me a painting and I will become them. I will feel so deeply connected I could swear I was made from pages of a book. At the climax of a Grainger folk song I can feel electricity in my palms. When I finish a book, no matter the ending, I feel like crying and screaming at the top of my lungs. I love people with smiles that tell you they have really great stories. I love looking at a person and seeing all the adventures we're going to have together. I feel like I'm a thousand and I feel like I'm two. At night on top of my car looking into the wide open sky I am that first person that ever looked up and saw the stars. I forget what century I'm in on a daily basis. I love so many things and I annoyingly obsess about shows and composers and people I've never actually met, but these things just have a way of working themselves inside my head. I love beautiful things and sometimes that's just all I can think about. I love things and I love love. I love loving people and books, and shows and just love feeling things that make me feel excited. I'm looking for people who feel the same. Who feel religiously about words and art and planting plants. I'm looking for the people who cry because they're happy, who walk on balance beam curbs and run barefoot in grocery stores. I want to fall down laughing with people and then fall asleep. I want dirty feet and painted hands and sloppily cut hair. Come with me, tell me everything that makes you want to run, tell me about all things that make your arms itch and your skin crawl. 

Let's go on an adventure, I don't care where we go.   

Make your passions mine  

-J