body

there was a creature.
this surreal, androgenous creature, looking at me, with wide cold eyes, looking away.
with thick lips, pursed, made bigger, sadder.
there was a creature of lothing and fear. he was small and he occupied all the space in the universe. he was a momentary flash that resonated thoughout eternity.
covered in his own blood, he watched. tiny pearls rolled away from him. tiny fortunes falling away. and then they stopped.
he look down at himself, at me, at everything and nothing. the end of wealth is not easy, even for creatures such as himself.

the single difficulty is loving so much. when you focus your love on one or two things, then it's easy. they hurt or are happy, but at least you can keep track of it. but when you love so much, at any time someone or something you love if hurting. yes, someone and something is happy. but that hurt cuts you up. i wish i was mother to the world. i don't understand why i say it that way. but recently i hear things from people, and all i think is "i wish i were your mother." as if i could protect them by mere virtue of maternity.
i wish i were a solid wall that i could cover people, seperate them physically from the world and everything that hurts them, has hurt them, and will hurt them.