language.

"I think we all speak a different kind of language than each other,

but you sound a whole lot like coffee on a Sunday morning 

 and the rain is falling bitter against the windowpane and your elbows are making holes in the countertops, 

and I only want to tell you that I wish I was as close as the threads of your 

t-shirt, 

and if I can’t be that, 

then I’ll be content withdrinking my drink beside you, 

with the rain sloppy open mouth kissing the roof, 

trying to dismantle the etymology of a conversation that falls out of the realm of words."

- Shinji Moon, He Loves the Rain 

Swoon.