My mind logics around and from something very simple and innocent I get to a more deep, dark and wary place in my mind...I have no idea what kind of animal I would be, or like to be for that matter, I have no idea...who cares anyway? My basic self is so well hidden behind layers and layers of nicely patted emotional and physical selves, mini mes, each of them suited to fit me like a glove whenever I decide or need to use them. That animal within is probably showing its face in my most quiet moments, when I'm…
simply happy to be there and then, and just me...when I stay in the sun, bathing my skin, hair and eyes in the lavish light of a bright sunset, lazily gulping at some sort of cake and dreaming about...just about or about nothing...then I'm very much like a sea lion, content to be so incredibly lazy and slow, ready to put on a layer of milk chocolate skin, add one coating of sweet juicy fat, dream about lost or found or re-found or impossible love, moments of love and happiness beyond anything, beyond the others, beyond any thought or rationale, beyond you, beyond me, beyond, way beyond. I am then a sea lion, and I truly love it, I am tight down to it in such sweet warm ways that I don't feel like letting go, ever.
These are those slow, untouchable, uncorrupted moments, when seconds are hours and m
Next to these moments there are the others, the faster moving ones when hours take turns becoming seconds and try to steal them all together from time itself...without these moments there would be no slow ones, they are necessary and vital to us, to time, to life, just as anything else. Don't take me wrong, there is nothing wrong with the fast periods, they get things done, life moving and changing, people evolving, learning and getting close to their dreams, they are wonderful too, they get us there, wherever that is and whatever expects us. In these moments I am, well, I am again a sea lion, a slick, dark coloured, perfectly shaped sea lion...hm, in the sea, yes in the sea, swimming faster than most other creatures, using body, mind and beautiful layers of fat to navigate at huge speed, travel long distances, hunt and run from hunters, feed fast and with purpose, meet and then mate, mate because it's the most natural and necessary thing in the world, mate to ensure continuity, mate to enjoy too, why not...hm, it seems that I lost track, am I talking about the sea lion or myself, but then again I am the sea lion, and for now my mind can rest chasing its logically disturbed paths towards questions that can't be answered. This is one question I have already answered. I found my animal. The sea lion.
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