Surrealism brushes noses with realism

He wore a blue turban [Sihkism]. I wore a red headband.
He stood 6'2, me 5'4. He was a mental fatigue, and brain rupture.
I was a sensitizing junkie, tripping over the cerebral stimulation.
I wanted answers, he wanted closeness.

I am slowly beginning to understand how much smarter you get with time.
He reminds me of a grown up version of my old friend Jamie. After all of the drugs, the screaming, and the broken relationships he travels far away to find himself. It seems there are men who need that. Quite a few actually. I think I was dating one. I may have a bit of wonderlust in my blood myself. I usually am aching for an adventure, even when I'm tired (like now). It's pretty fascinating, what the vast ocean washes my way at times.

A salsa dance gone religious discussion/understanding. I attract diversity, and then get mad when I can't share my views and life with them. I met a woman who plays the ukelele and sand to me that I think I will not have the privilege of seeing anytime soon. She's so far away now...I think my life is just beginning to take shape. I feel I am 5 years old. Just learning how to feel, how to speak, how to think on my feet, and so many other knowledgeable processes.

I saw Jamie in him. I saw his mannerisms. His outlook. We are all definitely connected, but not in the way he thinks.

Anyway, I just felt so mentally stimulated I had to attempt to type. My brain is spinning super fast right now. It's wrapping its mind around all that was discussed. I am attempting to let go. O Jah, how could I be so curious? Is it foolish to want understanding???