freakishly buoyant I've always been a good swimmer I can float cross-legged which I didn't know was anything special until I saw a video celebrating Buddhist nuns who meditate that way I floated under my pale, turning blue ex boyfriend one winter in sinai and he was able to use me as a paddle board to get to the shore I wonder if I can sit on the water in the dead sea When things are hard I imagine myself as a rubber ball And I tell myself I will bloop up to the surface eventually And I do I've been listening to Fujii Kaze some more, Matsuri is still my favourite but Shinunoga E Wa might take over I don't think it's a romantic love song I think his love songs are spiritual love songs I've noticed the musicians and performers...chefs...everybody whom I really love -- they seem like they're in a trance when they're doing their thing Like they're naked It gives me goosebumps It makes me cry Mr. Rogers said look for the helpers There are helpers and flowers and thunder storms and squishies and ticklers--every time I want to give up on humanity Bloop |