3.14.2005

HHO

I've been thinking a lot today about love.


It's in the very essence of water to be wet. It does not give a general sensation of moistness. It does not trick you into thinking with its frame of mind. It is what it is. Wet.

Wet and unashamed. No excuses, no need for theory. It is what it is, and anybody can tell you. Touch it and you'll see. Wet.

How silly to debate it. How dumb to deny it. Water is exactly how it has always been. Wet.

The thing about water is that you always know who has been in contact with it. Wet.

If I'm wearing rubber gloves, a poncho and goulashes...I can poke at the water but never come in contact. I can say that I've touched it, I can think I am an expert. Simply, I am not. Wet.

It may take some time to soak up, for me to be saturated. It will happen as I keep in contact with more and more. Wet.



So it's really not that hard, we don't need to talk about it. If you say you have known water, let me ask you: Are you wet?

3.13.2005

easy button

I want to show you something beautiful.

I want to see with the depth and clarity of the hubble, but speak with the awe of a child.

I want to find, to be found.

I want the buried treasure, but don't have a map or shovel. Or dirt.

I want silence from the endless stupid images that keep flooding into my mind, filling every crack that could have held intelligent thought.

I want to be fearless. Effortless. Dangerous.

A liability to the pandemic asphyxiation.

A river of lava. Get out of my way or be consumed.

Thrown like an arrow. Never my own inertia...still strong enough to shatter steel.


I want to look down and love what I see.

I want my cheeks to hurt from smiling too long.

I want action without denying or fearing the cost. I am bold because it doesn't matter.

No amount can buy me. No other can beat me. No force can stop me.