If I were a non-human animal, I'd be a desert fox
If I were a direction, I would be descending
If I were a piece of furniture,I would be an altar
If I were a liquid, I would be blood
If I were a stone, I would be a small round one, good for skipping.
If I were a tool, I would be a razor blade
If I were a kind of weather, I would be the center of a storm.
If I were a mythical creature, I would be a financially stable, emotionally mature goth.
If I were a musical instrument, I would be a Dijeridu
If I were a color, I would be Indigo
If I were an emotion, I would be desire
If I were a sound, I would be a scream
If I were an element, I would be fire
If I were a car, I'd be a motorcycle. Heh.
If I were a movie, I'd be silent
If I were a food, I would be Creme Brulee'
If I were a material, I would be black velvet
If I were a word, I would be liquidity
If I were a body part, I would be the hollow of your throat
If I were a facial expression, I would be the shadow of a smile
If I were a direction, I would be descending
If I were a piece of furniture,I would be an altar
If I were a liquid, I would be blood
If I were a stone, I would be a small round one, good for skipping.
If I were a tool, I would be a razor blade
If I were a kind of weather, I would be the center of a storm.
If I were a mythical creature, I would be a financially stable, emotionally mature goth.
If I were a musical instrument, I would be a Dijeridu
If I were a color, I would be Indigo
If I were an emotion, I would be desire
If I were a sound, I would be a scream
If I were an element, I would be fire
If I were a car, I'd be a motorcycle. Heh.
If I were a movie, I'd be silent
If I were a food, I would be Creme Brulee'
If I were a material, I would be black velvet
If I were a word, I would be liquidity
If I were a body part, I would be the hollow of your throat
If I were a facial expression, I would be the shadow of a smile
Our last two posts made me think of Pablo Neruda:
"I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
jewel boxes
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the
petal
hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.
I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.
I walked around as you do, investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind."
Think about it next time you're out there.
[Edited on Apr 26, 2004 8:53PM]