|Cure for the common cold...
||[Aug. 22nd, 2004|07:28 pm]
|||||Disturbed - Stupify||]|
Installing hardware in my computer makes me feel better. Geek or dyke? Both, maybe? Dunno....But I feel better. I'm sure my computer does as well. I vaccuumed out all the dust in it and tightened down all it's little baby screws.
Thoughts come stealing
The water's edge invaded my senses. The smell of the salt and the light mist in the air. It was as if the tide wanted to carry me away with it. Digging my toes into the sand, I took a deep breath and let the tears go. I was far overdue for a good cry. No current stimuli was causing this outpouring. It was simply something that had been jailed and was longing for escape.
"Why do you cry?" I inquired of this flesh that surrounded me.
"To heal instead of wound," I replied. "If I don't process all this muck, I'll erode away. No matter how happy I am. I must release it to the sea. To the true mother of my life."
As the tears fell upon the sand, the waves came up to lick them away. She told me "Thank you for this offering. I will cleanse your tears and turn them into part of the beautiful, shimmering, blue water to nourish you."
Walking away, I shielded against the wind and lit a cigarette. Feeling new and re-born, I said goodbye to my mother and realized she would always protect a part of me.
© Sichernde Seele 2004