Liquidity

Water is a voice in my head and I can't get water out. And I really don't want to but time streams on. All I did was feel, that's all I ever did. Water knows of my surging desire but there's nothing water can do. Because all I ever asked for was too much for me to handle, was too much for me to be. But it doesn't matter because water cannot hear me, I cannot see water. So when I speak of the undertow, water won't be able to hear my voice; I'll be talking to myself while the water's drinking me- I won't be able to see water as it's flowing inside of me. I'm drenched, it's been a year or so of tapping for water because I forgot that there was more to life than water. This life is going to kill me.

People seem to think that they know my story, this ocean of thirst. But people around here don't ask me about my watery life. It hurts to feel that water is some sort of liquid addiction and I just can't seem to leave it behind. I would if I could, but the universe won't stop revealing those tiny little trickles that take my breath away. This voice of wetness won't leave and no one seems to understand that water was all I ever wanted. Because you see I've got this voice of water in my head and I can't get water out.


And I really don't want to...

C.G.B.