Turn out the light and kiss me.
Every day the sun hammers down, driving its force upon the earth. We may not see it, we may fail to see it, we may not appreciate it, or we may love its tremendous force. The light that gives us life also gives us colour, variation, processes, action, death, and stagnation. Sometimes things are obfuscated by such light and undying determination of belief; sometimes we are are so certain of a truth, and its bearing upon our lives, that we submit to it entirely. So there we are, constantly dividing our femininity by our bust size and saddling larger horses to take us on even greater adventures. Our graceless hands reach towards the sky in an everlasting effort to unite female earth-spirits and maleness of the sun. We are left to constantly and vigorously remind ourselves that this just gives us comfort and actually holds no meaning at all. That’s the curious thing about the taste of nothingness, we search eternally for a new sensation and pleasure.
You don’t really believe that do you? No, because your undying fire has been kindled by the tiny soul perched on your shoulder who tells you that there is beauty in everything. Beauty is finding someone who speaks your language, one who you can understand without having to explain or demanding explanation. IT IS NOT SUBLIME BEAUTY to expect silence to fill the void; it is the beauty of having explored the world alone, finding one’s self, and continually challenging one’s beliefs. To have had ample time to think, to know, to explore, to exist, to challenge, and to demand these similar and perpetual experiences of self-discovery of your peers is not uncalled for, it is a right of life.
Silence is exciting, it is tantalizing, but silence means that other senses must be active: sight, touch, scent, vertigo…. You cannot leave someone in glaring light and expect silence to be enough; there must be variation and nuance. Leaving someone in full possession of a truth blinds them further. They will challenge this truth, test it, scratch beneath the surface, and roll around in the evidence they’ve found. expect this. Silence is not loneliness either. Silence is not abandonment. Silence is beauty. There are moments where silence overpowers your soul, flooding your body with a still-racing-passion that ignites your soul and chills your spine. It makes your head spin as you stand powerfully against the wind that threatens to unground you.
Fear not. I fly upon the gusts of winds, to soar to greater heights and swim amongst fluffy marshmallowy clouds. I will caress the cold air and delight in the sun’s heat. I will sing with wild abandon, as I slowly and lazily graze the tops of still and fast-moving waters. I will allow my heart to swell outside of my body and encompass the earth. I will deny the earth, I will be the soil, I will be the fire. It is all possible, so much more possible than you might think.
Just close your eyes. Then we’ve turned the light out and have learned to live again.