When I close my eyes and try to put words to the feelings I am feeling this is what comes up:
I am cat gut. Strung out and stretched thin.
Invisible objects hurtle toward me.
Some strike. Sending vibrations that start deep in my belly rising like electricity to my heart and brain.
Some sail through the gaps. I can't seem to swing to meet them.
Tension and absence.
I am balloon animals. Silly, frivolous, garish.
Wear me on your head. You like me. I make you happy.
Put me down and move on. I slowly leak and disappear.
Pathetic latex exoskeleton.
Insubstantial glee.
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