The spirit is the energy that moves between us, one to the other. When we struggle, fight, collapse together, we unearth our depths. I am actually located at the depth to which I attach to myself. This is where I attach to you, interlocking seamlessly. We can imagine it as a projection, if we stop to imagine all those details that were never explained, the leavings of meaning.
I wake in the morning galvanized, overfull, thrumming. Aching from those moments when my body begs, “Fill me. Fill my mouth, fill my hands, fill my cunt. Fill my mind. I am empty, and then I am full. Fill me.”