What lies in front of the mirror, is a figure which I am not entirely familiar with. Yet I remain calm and slightly content. I also see a few candles, black ones, and some lyrics on the wall. Wall I said? Well forget about the wall. There are no boundaries, now. The space is open. In fact, I feel a bit exposed through this infinite openness that has been surrounding me since, well, forever, yet for some strange reason, walls did exist up until now, so did buildings, so did property. In other words, possessions… such a fucking illusion.
Am I an illusion as well? I truly don’t know. In fact, I don’t care. I am only here because people who love me choose to see me, choose to define my existence (probably for their own selfish reasons.) I don’t blame anybody; on the contrary, I am grateful for them. They give me a chance to write, to draw, to express my feelings, to laugh and cry, to wonder and wander. To make love or fuck around, to smoke and drink, to exercise ‘my’ body and mind, to dance and Think, to travel, to taste new flavors, to feel joy and pain, to see and hear: flowers, trees, mountains, waterfalls, oceans, cities and countries. To watch the sun rise and the sun set-and all the enchanted colors that come in between. Finally and most importantly, they offer me a chance to know them, truly experience them. Maybe in that way I get to meet/know myself or whatever I am supposed to be.
Missing pieces of a greater puzzle? Dysfunctional pawns of a greater board game? Obscure model figures of a great artist? Witty characters in a great novel? Nop.
We are nothing but water. Flowing through each other… like a virus. Each and every one of us, share a bit of our water to one another and we manage to sustain in ‘Life’. How beautiful is that? A constant need for each other, crucial for our maintenance. What, you don’t believe me? The percentage of water in an average adult human body is around 60 per cent. In the case of an infant is even more so, 75-80 per cent. ‘Our’ planet’s surface constitutes of around 70 per cent of water. Without water there are no plants, not a tree, not a fish, not an animal, not you and me. Do you get me now? With no water you have no chance for breathing. Divine, radiant, purified, brilliant water. ..Although I am aware we come from the same Fountain, there are quite a few varieties of water, just for the sake of diversity. Some people resemble calm waters, others stormy. Some of us, taste like sparkling water, others like still water. Those who are reserved can easily be portrayed as a lake and those who are vociferous are like a river. Those who take calculating risks symbolize the sea and the enthusiasts of Revolution, form the ocean.
Water… I do, sincerely, hope we all know how to swim, otherwise some might get drowned by their own existence.
What lies in front of the mirror is a figure which I am not entirely familiar with. Yet I remain calm and slightly content. I, now, have two options: whether to be a part of this chain/this circle of giving –receiving water, or to summon upon a tsunami, to wash down all the filth and decay and leave behind nothing but koalas and trees (and a few unorthodox and teasing cacti).
Well, everything seems fine at the moment. I’ll just sit here for a little while and have a glass of water. All of a sudden, I feel thirsty…