novy

What did I write
That which can't be explained yet exists in the mind, the psyche
A constant nagging of epic proportions
A 3d sci fi adventure in life
Which is defined by touch and the realization that what is there is there
I don't want to talk about you that much because it's all that I talk about
and it doesn't matter because
What's important is important
I talk about screws and lenses and growth
and it's completely mundane because
What I want I can't have
One of these days though
You know
Like the time I went to that canyon with the cold water in the bottom
Walked through the water over the slippery rocks
Scaled the sides and got to the waterfall at the end
Saw the infinitely patient man take a swim in that water that was cold
Too cold for me
Too cold to be adventurous
I'll go back there one day with you
and when that happens it won't be a matter of being adventurous anymore
It'll be a matter of what's normal
The connection
Moss coated the sides of that canyon
A beautiful slick green life on the edges of what seemed barren and uninhabitable
The ability to survive and break the mold of things that were until that point conventional
Pianos and drumbeats
Roots of life that we grow
Roots of moss that break the rocks and create soil
Soil that provides the housing for the plants
That require the water
That sits in the bottom of the canyon
Where the moss grows