All you misfits and singers, street sweepers and wisdom seekers,
I hear the tickings of your hearts; passion’s steady pulse reverberating through time’s ageless body.
All you expatriated and alienated, Kung fu warriors and perpetual worriers,
I have witnessed our many histories along the human timeline; where we first learned trust, where we first learned fear; and how those experiences have come to enslave and enliven us.
All you nurses and numismatists, rock collectors and rock guitarists, shake off your chains. Strip out of doubts. Open your doors, your hearts.
Come down off mountains, out of closets. Fill your pockets with love’s many syllables so we may discover brighter, more beautiful ways to say, Hello.