Oct 4, 2018
If I don’t have it now, I’m happy to at least have had it once. For that shaped me still, and thus it’s with me forever.
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Bolivia
seen from Bolivia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
If I don’t have it now, I’m happy to at least have had it once. For that shaped me still, and thus it’s with me forever.
The monk has been cleaning his temple since the leaves started to fall
He has left it now when the air bites
And traveled to present himself to yet another court
The eagle leans to the monk’s ear with his talons folded
“There is only one thing to do,” he says
Among brothers and strangers, the monk nods
f i g h t
He hugged you, and in that moment everything felt alright.
He’ll always remind me of thunderstorms. He drives through them faster than I ever will. Three times now I’ve been in the backseat when we can’t see the road in front of us.
He doesn’t fear the lightning. He’ll take his chances and swim. He’ll have us train in them until our uniforms are soaked, and even then we don’t stop. He has the energy of one. Looming, culminating and then beyond bright. He strikes faster than we can hope to defend. He tells us all qi is connected. He’ll always remind me of thunderstorms, because he is one.
Sand cool under foot, he speaks about them. The lightning, the sand, the ocean. It spiders across the sky, sinks under weight, crashes dully.
He imparts a lesson to him.
Fuck yeah, I am that lightning.