April 5, 2010

Passively.


I feel that I begin to be wild, sensual and strange, awake to how things move me, but unable to engage.
I feel that I'm a glass full of chemical reactions, a prey to inner happenings, repulsions and attractions.
I feel that I am distant, without a word to give, resigned to turn away from thought before I learn to live.

5 comments:

Hayley said...

This confuses me, and yet it also makes me empathize, somehow, while sinking below meaning to admire form.

Michael said...

I think I "get" most of this, however, this part I don't understand: "resigned to turn away from thought before I learn to live." What do you mean by that?

Art said...

Hayley, thank you for reading and empathizing.

Michael, that part's about not having time or strength to figure myself out, or find something to say to what moves me, before I feel that I should do something productive.

Kaitlyn said...

Somehow I totally understand this, yet at the same time I have no idea what you are saying...

Kay said...

ah! it's like this for you too? i don't know why i am like this sometimes...
we should talk about this someday. the same day we talk about "light." hehe.