The Longing (A Prose)

I long for silence.
I long for short sentences.

I long for the kind of quiet where I can hear humans breathing in a room,
or feel my own pulse in the stillness.

I want to sit here and pause.
And I want others to want that, too.

I want to sit with you in silence and feel the richness of the space between potential and kinetic energy.

I want to hear the small, wild sounds and movements we humans make — the grunts, the sighs, the sneeze, the scratch.
I want to see you staring off into space,
biting your nails,
next to me.

I want this kind of safety in our world,
this simplicity.
This kind of connection.

-Imuri