Humans fascinate me. I want to know each of the thousands of quirks that stitch together to form their souls. A lot can be said about what someone does when they are all by their lonesome, a person is at its honest form at two a.m. when they lie awake, too hot to put on the covers, yet a bit too cold to go without. I want to know what Netflix series are binged on, the last sight before eyes are finally shut just before a long awaited half night’s sleep. What is craved, who is thought about, what’s being googled, asked, learned, and each worry that slithers its way through the ears and into the mind like a serpent. A smile is a lot more meaningful when alone, its sincerity rate is one hundred percent; a never fail formula. I want to know what makes one laugh out loud, what would be instagrammed if there was nobody to impress, the Halloween costume archives, what the appeal of math is- hell, I want to know the raunchiest, dirtiest freaking joke you know. Or the story of the last time you cried. It could have been a single tear, that was wiped before it even left an impression, but I want the dramatics, the riveting, hour long tale of a simple papercut. Tell me a story. Yeah, I like that.