Haunting. So compelling, this constant striving to express the inexpressible, but it has to be followed nonetheless, trying to reach through, trying to understand, the shifting moments, the illusory layers, this deceitful reality, all the complex emotions, it is worth the pursuit, testing imagination, breaking through, looking at everything, the ugly, the beautiful, the dark and the light and trying to work out how the hell you ended up here, because it's so obviously not home.
I liked the comparison of you watching the fish and the fish doing whatever they do...and at the end with you being at the window sill is poignant...like the mother that leans out to watch her breasts spill forth to beckon her children forth...the fullness and the emptiness....goodbye dear mother, I loved you too, an afterthought....as she was gone into the stillness and that is all I ought to know and feel...something is lost and nothing is gained...you are an evocative writer.
Haunting. So compelling, this constant striving to express the inexpressible, but it has to be followed nonetheless, trying to reach through, trying to understand, the shifting moments, the illusory layers, this deceitful reality, all the complex emotions, it is worth the pursuit, testing imagination, breaking through, looking at everything, the ugly, the beautiful, the dark and the light and trying to work out how the hell you ended up here, because it's so obviously not home.
I liked the comparison of you watching the fish and the fish doing whatever they do...and at the end with you being at the window sill is poignant...like the mother that leans out to watch her breasts spill forth to beckon her children forth...the fullness and the emptiness....goodbye dear mother, I loved you too, an afterthought....as she was gone into the stillness and that is all I ought to know and feel...something is lost and nothing is gained...you are an evocative writer.