If you spoke in imagery instead of actions this is what you would look like. If you spoke in words instead of actions this is what you would sound like:
If I let go - you'll fly. If you fly you might go. Far. Disappear.
Out of view.
All I wanted was to hold you down, to make you fit a mold so that you can be here. Be who I needed you to be. I loved you. I still do. It's why you are still here. Maybe if I stopped, you would go. You might be you. I might lose you. If I fill you with the power to go, where does that leave me.
I don't know how to love. Ultimately to love might mean to lose. To love without attachment means I am filling you with helium and letting you fly. You won't come back. So I'll hold you here. I'll hold on. I'll love. With rocks. With the weight of my being. With the weight of its being. With the weight of whatever control and bigger power I could tell you exists. Till you believe me. Till you stay. Till you have no choice.
You don't have a choice. You are here. Your doing well here.
(Ok, this text is probably going to go, that was an improv ramble. This art is really about so much more. But we are exhibiting our art for our first exhibition back to university as a second year student, and I should get going there now. I'll be back :)) - Rivka.
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