Since when did I crave this mysterious language? I grew up with an intuitive father that wrote sermons in the form of metaphors and poems and taught me life lessons through analogies. Throughout the years I have had a handful of close friends that can delve into a discussion that consists entirely of these cryptic languages and yet will have the deepest meanings for our lives.
Not all have a love for this type of thought. They find it superfluous and weak to speak in such a way. "Just say what you mean," they say. Meaning requires much more than words... there are thoughts and dreams and connections to other worlds behind what we say in this vernacular.
I miss those conversations with my NF friends.
"Cool summer nights with whimsical breezes awaken my adventurous spirit and make me want to fly away..."
