The Grasp

We reached out and grabbed each others hand almost simultaneously. As if there was something bigger controlling the electric impulses that drove our motor functions. Then, acting as one, we leapt.

We fell and I could feel her hand slowly grow tighter, like roots slowly choking an irrigation pipe. She surely felt my hand do the same, leaving the white marks that will soon turn red as the blood flows back into their capillaries. 

We fell forever. And we hit the water in an instant. Neither of us fighting, just letting the water wash over us. I sank like my shoes were made of lead, and my guts nothing but a bowling ball. She floated as if she was made of ping-pong balls and ducks.

We never let go.

Hello Again

In the past five years I have done a lot of living. I've accomplished several life goals, and am already in the process of getting the next few off the ground. I forgot how much I liked to write. I'm not sure if that has been because I've been busy creating other things, or if I just got to a point where I forgot who I was. Probably a little bit of each.

In the current technological landscape of social media and streaming video services it's made it so easy for all of us to forget about, well, just about everything. I've had partners that have laid in bed for hours scrolling through pictures of war, cats, and what their college roommate had for dinner. Conveniently being able to scroll past the negative and focus on the cats. This is far from healthy for our culture as a whole, it's a type of brainwashing. Enabling those that would take advantage of citizens the power to go about unchecked. This is something we need to be willing to change.

Let this be my attempt to rediscover my creativity; something that I dearly miss. Maybe by changing my mentality, and surrounding myself by both creative people and things I will be able to accomplish this. Wish me luck.