i’ve written enough about magic in the past few days, but here’s another to satisfy a hunger that i will always have and will never be satisfied in any real

monumental

permanent way.

im hungry to write. so lets the torrents come.

i love waterfalls. i love how the water comes crashing down from the heavens to smack my fragile little skull on the head. i love how the current spit mist into the air, i love how rainbows tremble as clouds of love nestle into our souls as we watch and wait in awe.

i love how we climb its sides, scrambling over rocks and passing over moss, getting soaked by the waterfall’s power. i love how we laugh and you grab me for support. you scream but i can’t hear you over the roar of the water, the roar of the water, the roar of the

water.

you asked me how i can feel so peaceful, once. how i can seem to be so pleasant, so me amid the chaos that those churning, spitting, whacking waves and ripples represent.

my answer is that the peace is in the chaos. i love because of the chaos, i am, i feel full because i can’t control

the waterfall.