Confession#2: Speaking

I talk
a lot
when I tell stories.

I speak
little
when it's about the thoughts in my mind.

There are a lot
of people
I talk to.

But rarely do I find
people
I speak with.

(My eccentricities, my technicalities,
my difficulties, my insecurities,
my confusions.)

Rarely do I find people
Who are eager to hear
what's really inside my head.

Rarely do I find people
Who make me speak a lot,
and make me think a lot,
and make me consider loads
of other things.

Rarely do I find people
Whose minds are intriguing
And who keep me interested
with what they have to say.

(Yesterday, I could probably blame
the intoxication,
with beer, and then with coffee,
its miracles.
But nevertheless...)

There are only three
(and maybe an extra half)
as of the moment.

Thank you, God, for such people.

They add gusto
to the heart,
to the mind,
to the life of the heart and mind,
and to life itself.