foreword

I lie Lifeless,

inanimate,

still and

waiting.

flat and bodyless

like a 2D cartoon character

that's not a real boy.

then, all of a sudden,

your breath is breathed into me,

a torrent of Life

cascading into the whirlpool of my former frustrated emptiness,

my nothingness,

filling me

and shaping me,

expanding my outside

with your inside.

and as I'm completed

you let me go

let me out

free me into the explorative

abyss

sailing on the skies of liberation,

commanded by your winds of undulated change.

they caress me, toss and wild me,

juggle me, excite me, wrestle me, beguile me,

make me dance

whilst toying with my fragility

taking me so dangerously

close

*gasp

...and yet what am I? what can you see?

I am quite undefinable

were it not for my surrounds-

my invisibility

floundered by everything else but me,

my aesthetic is your reflection:

were there nothing but me

i too would nothing be.

if I touched you,
you would feel,
and then i would stop.



close again.
but away.
floating.
drifting.
rising.
sinking.
huh?






...pop.