I have heard about the unspoken language of the universe. However, I’m not sure if I know how to speak it.
I practice the alphabet by sounding out each letter individually. To ensure that when I speak my voice is clear.
I watch myself mumble sayings in the mirror. It’s important to get my gestures right… I want my actions to be to noticeable to you. By smiling ever so slightly I part my lips; and pierce them back together making kissy faces at the mirror. They say it’s best to exercise the mouth muscles and I have no choice but to trust them.
I get excited, as I move my hands up and down with so much intensity from my view in the mirror. I want my body to convey the right message. I need you to understand me at every given moment.
I try to make sure I stick to the phonetics. Lately I’ve only been able to communicate with Brooklyn like this, but her accent trash.
The most aimless thing about this ordeal is, this task I’ve burden myself with. It’s also absolutely positively amazingly the same reason why I do it.
It’s cool that you don’t find the importance in doing the same. You can’t imagine the power we’ll gain from speaking to each other… Being with each other. You’d rather let labor compel you than love. So it’s cool… I’ll teach you once I’ve mastered it.