I'm a listener…



not that yoga , " listen to the ocean " type  listener
-but I listen to peoples stories. I take pride and respect
 in the tales other can’t seem to forget.
I take metal notes of their facial expressions. The raise of their brows,
the lick of their lips the way their eyes dagger,
how their voice dips..


I listen to everyone.
 Never choosing one story before another. Every tale is an opportunity to fill my head with a cup of knowledge.          Educated myself about something I didn’t know before. Thus, this is a gift to me so I agree and disagree when needed ,  to ensure my attention is present.

I think a lot of people could learn if they actually sat down and heard


The adventures others can donate. .


I listen
 and I observe. Nothing is more gratifying than to hear a tale from word of mouth ;  .. As the slaves once did making their journey from the south.


It’s amazing what values could be taught if people open up and listen to what their ears caught!
...Listen to the emotions, the way their voice cracks as they reopen a painful scar.


I find true happiness in listening to others, don’t care what it is. From a bum to a businessman .. no story is greater than
another mans.
so i listen to them all'
we've all dealt with shit , and its my ears that come to witness
this
prodigy of story telling 
 truly a blessing.

To me, it’s a privilege, yet another chance to learn something new. Take an opportunity to put myself amongst whats becoming so few.