La Llorona

Drifting in and out of here or there

Friday, August 25, 2006

Water sweet. I can flow with it you know and pretend I am water and so escape for a bit from the plagueing self-awareness which wraps itself around my non-existance.
Water is that soft flowing and I can flow with it without the effort of mind which nessessitates constant self awareness. I can pretend to be dead. I can pretend to be alive. I can pretend to not be confused.
I could flow forever with the water. In fact I think I have felt some flow past who have dissipeared themselves that way. Un-responsive, un-aware.
But there is always that random thought, thet bug, that little trip of conciouness which catches me before I can elude it and slip into oblivian.

Sunday, August 13, 2006


Whoever wants to play, let's go.
Will you play with me?
I tried once to play with this small girl. All blond and fluttery. I went in to see from her eyes, to play from her mind and feel from her joy. But the joy became mixed with my saddness and when I fled the saddness stayed in her. No more fluttery, smiling she child only a curly ball in the grass. Now I think only of my Mita and see her in a curly ball in the grass and when I want to play I choose raccoons and skunks, their saddness centers on their children too.