Text for Tired Eyes: I think she has roots in the soles of her feet and when she walks she plants herself into the earth and lets the earth take hold of her. I think if you listened close enough for long enough you could just make out the sound of those roots in those soles lifting through the soil sighing in the sunlight and digging their way back into the darkness with each and every step. I’ve met people who are fire, all flame and spark and the promise of combustion. Without fail and without doubt I’ve been burned and boiled and left with nothing but the residue of the ash they left behind on my skin. I’ve felt the breezes of people who are wind, airy and light and always drifting. They cool the soul and for a moment you close your eyes and feel their breath across your face but always, always, open them sometime or another to their absence. They always, always, blow away and you’re left with tousled hair and the numbness where they rested. I think I am the water and I think I always have been. I go my own way and somehow without knowing how, find my way through the cracks and crevices, the grooves and holes in the rocks that form around these fragile hearts. I think she is the earth and has roots in her soles and leaves in her hair. She curls her toes into the sand and braces herself against the wind, defiant against the flames and holds tight to the world as it spins beneath her. We spin and only she can feel it. I think she has roots and her roots need water and I am the water and always have been and know and hold the secrets to sinking beneath the soil to give strength to the growth that’s been waiting to come. Some people are fire and some are wind but we are water and earth and through the roots on her feet and the leaves in her hair she will drink me and absorb all I have ever been. I can hear the sound of her footsteps now. Tyler Knot Nesreen Salem Minoush Abdel Meguid Sara Labib Asma Bee
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 16:54:07 +0000
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