I scare him;
He scares me.
His numbers scream reality, concreteness, structure;
My letters whistle, float, sing, yawn, dream, elude, giggle, smirk, infuse.
His numbers rote fact, stare certainty;
My letters shine hope, jingle joy, whisper peace.
His trip is the destination;
My destination is the trip.
Our truths are absolute, but in different ways.
Memoir Memorabilia 