We listened to words and the visceral onomatopoeia of passion. We listened to ideas and emotions. We listened to new languages. Some we understood and... some we had to decipher. We listened with our ears and our bodies. We let the sounds flow over us. They came from the mouths of our lovers and from the world around us, and we let our own sounds emerge, meet, and mingle with them.Our noses treated us to the most raw of experiences. We walked through the city and took in its basest cues.. As we started driving the music was turned up too loud to talk at all so we all just sat back and waited to get to Jakes house. after a ten minute drive we arrived and then jake mentioned that his parents were out of town. so I got sortof excited and we walked into the house and into jakes room so me and dale could put our stuff down.i walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water when I saw jake walk out of his room without a shirt on. I felt my cock begin to get hard so I leaned. He had such a kind nature that a heard of ten deer or better bed down nightly next to his tent. Well practically. Within twenty yards some nights. Its awesome to sit at his camp site and watch the fire dwindle and the eyes of ten deer sink into the grass less than fifty yards from you. Looks like a bunch of stationary fire flies in a small patch of grass under some liveoak trees. His loud barrel laugh didn’t startle them at all, in fact they seem to want to come closer to see what was so. She stood there and leaned against the mirror and looked at me. Her face would look exactly like mine if she didn’t have that confident smile frozen in place. I lost the staring match and looked away. Is it pathetic that I can’t even look at a picture of myself?I stood in the middle of my room and circled slowly. Different versions of myself looked out at me from every wall. They all had something to say. They all had suggestions about how to fix everything. The sporty version of Bec told me to.