08.25.08
Will You Leave Me Here?
Oh! To write for catharsis! To purify one’s soul with the constant whirlpool of ideas and emotions that brew within.
Eyeing the primal globule of espresso as I turned the machine on earlier resulted to yet another caffeinated analogy – espresso for writing, for that amorphous oozing urge, streaming in the veins. Waiting to emerge as entirely more than a laconic drop to become a fluid shape, but waiting for a cup to be cradled in to avoid growing too prolix, and waiting for something to turn this living machine on – whether another being out there bothers to drink it or not.
(…but to you, you who turned it on, you who is more than just another being of the coffee-loving crowd, won’t you take a sip?
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
Then the little drops of anguish
will all run together…
Will you leave me here,* evaporating?)
*from Pablo Neruda’s Dont Go Far Off
