When you speak to me,

When you speak to me, speak with clarity and intention, with tenderness, and purpose.

Speak as someone who truly listens: not only to my words, but to the idiot winds between them, since springtime turned so quickly into autumn.

Follow your nose. Breathe in the truth of me, the warmth of my neck, however the wind touches the leaves, and slowly turn them red.

And when you speak, let it be honest. Let it be whole. Let it be something you can give yourself to. only if you’re looking it can find you.