In my life I have sought to build an extensive vocabulary. I have perused through books with vigilance and frequented places where knowledge was sacred and shared. But in all the words I have found, uttered, and written there are none that allow me to accurately describe who you are to me. I could call you my partner but that would infer that collaboration is our sole purpose. I could label you my lover but that would eliminate the possibility of the purest friendship. You are more than an artist, more than an idea, and more than a companion. You are a principle and a purpose, a guide and a gift, you are a challenge and an enigma. You are the maze and the map. In your eyes I have seen heaven. In your mind exists a hell that transforms from light to dark, and back to light. You are the earth and its core, burning at the center threatening to rip our existence apart with your power. The scent of your skin, and the linger of your lips make me simultaneously secure and unsure. I want to give you everything and know that doing so would only drive you away. For you are not one to have things handed to- you are the seeker and I am a wanderer, together we compliment and separate we complete. Our love is simple. But our connection is profound. Like an ocean sculpts the shore, you will shape the contours of my coming existence, but you are deeper than the sea- you are the water of life and I the vessel. Alone we are only our shells. Together we are the source.
Giant driftwood on the beach at La Push, Washington (2010)
this made me feel really uneasy, the ocean is terrifying.
its like when cats bring home a dead bird and drop it at your feet except the ocean is like I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THIS ENORMOUS TREE FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL ENJOY