Sunday, May 29, 2005

sweet virginia

it's this feeling that makes you want to weight your pockets with stones. this vibration and energy that makes you feel like shattering glass. it compels you to dive into water and incubate for a time. hover in a weightless and fluid existence. without the combustable pressure of experience and thought. it's the tick before it's time. that's the importance of water, to be carried off by a torrent that you have no control over, a personification of everything you feel. that isolation while your skin is humming- you'd wish it'd still. you've never felt so alone, and nothing but the embrace of God would save you.

the french say: Ne Me Quitte Pas (Do not leave me.) (Neh-may-quay-paw)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Surely God will not orphan you; He will bring you forth out of the desert.

mendacious said...

hmph. what if i'm a desert plant? what do i do then?

Anonymous said...

that would be sad. to be a desert plant removed from the desert.mere mortals do not know how to care for such. But perhaps you would adapt to water and lush surrounds.