Moods #8

 

After Bulutong

 

Interchange #35

Stars | Simply Red

For all the jealousy I caused you
States the reason why I'm trying to hide
As for all the things you taught me
It sends my future into clearer dimensions

Interchange #34

Same in any language | I-nine

Sometime ago I met a Navajo

In a parking lot in Tokyo

He said everything wordlessly

Wanderlust in my eyes, he did see

The stare

 

The cat stares, and I stare back at it

Interchange #33

Everlong | Foo Fighters

Breathe out
So I can breathe you in
Hold you in
And now
I know you've always been
Out of your head
Out of my head

Vegetarian Junction #2: Hot Chocolate Tablea in Soy Milk

 

Underwater

 

I vow to survive this month because I know that

my reward is to finally get myself some of these

lovely healthy food

March, here you are again. The glorious, high waters of March coming right back at my door.

When March arrives, I always think of Aguas de Marco

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
A fight, a bet, the flange of a bow
The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find

~

March is the time of the year when I have to hold my breath, not unlike swimming. It is being under. Deep deep under, but not the sort of contained water, it is being in the swirly, dizzy, ever-morphing layers of water. Yes, water has layers. Observe when we swim, there are different pressures, different water temperatures, different gradations of water, have you ever noticed that?

Somehow, these waters of March are mesmerizing. They entice and they lead you to follow them. But to explore  them thoroughly and to catalog them, that's an impossible task. Water refuses to be analyzed and named and rationalized, they don't even want to be contained, it is rude for them. That's one part of their nature. But why do I keep on trying to do it? Why oh why? I tried to understand myself and I tried to explain to myself, but to no avail.

The funny thing is, when I finally decide to leave the waters alone, after a while and after they realized it, they keep on coming to me. They get back to me like a deluge or, like an angry storm, or sometimes both at the same time. So, my poor self is always drenched. Both sides, above and below, heaven and earth. What a poor, poor soul I have.

I have tried running away. I have tried avoiding them. I have tried floating away, but then they will come around and find me and I have no choice but to engage with them. No use running away, they will find me anyway.

What to do? What to do?

I have to build a system where I can co-exist with them harmoniously. 

Am I making sense?

I am not, and I don't care.

I will just keep on listening to Aguas de Marco.

Interchange #32

Makin Whoopee | Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman

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