Sarah’s world

I am going to let go of language

I am going to live in a world with just feeling

Now I feel the porridge in my belly

Put your nose in it, he said, to learn, and you WILL learn

Never again a glass of wine, only jumping in and sinking down to the ocean floor (my visual for being deep in my heart)

The fishes are beautiful, you can pet them she said, and sometimes they swim straight through you but if you don’t fight it’s nice 

I will never, never.. and then it happened, half terrible and half pleasure in the hideout built of tires 

If I don’t choose me then who will? I pick Sarah