Crabwalk

Posted: March 2, 2016 in Uncategorized

I have been thirsty for as long as I can remember. I am never not thirsty, only bloated, consumed to excess and left uncomfortable, waiting, impatient for a time when my body will pass from its stretched, filled state into one where I can welcome water back into the system. I imagine that most people are the same way, yearning for water, cool and clean and wet, slipping down the throat and hydrating as it travels. To think that there are so many heartbeats in the world, many of them happy to be by water, to fill oneself with the liquid, is a tremendous thing. It speaks to truly how much of our world IS water, that it could sate so many thirsts. And yet there is no fountain, no wellspring designed to refill the world’s glass. We just drink and drink and drink and fail to notice the waterline decreasing because of how large it must seem to any and all of us. We just pump the well, turn on the faucet, and treat ourselves to magical water. For now, anyways.

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