To Create. To Live

The Ocean Covers the Earth

If I am the whole of all the oceans of the world, why must I confine myself to this one light, on this one bank? Though every wayward visitor remembers me differently, vaguely or vividly, and though they each paint their own versions, all true in part, I am still confined to my one, singular bank. I've twisted myself mad under presumption and expectation, I've believed and trusted and I've snarled and snapped at the mere thought of all the little paintings of my one, single, little bank. And then, I fixed it. I saved myself. I made positively sure that every visitor and friend and lover  that dared approach me found a different bank, a new beach, another cliff, even those who merely glanced me in passing saw my green waters and the crystal clear ocean floor and a wine dark sea and angry grey waves and the true royal power of blue. I fatigued beneath perception, growing sick, weak, and decaying like a tree felled by lightning no one witnessed, until I built my own way to defy it All, to free the sheer multitudes within me into the world. I exist, bleeding my entire life and self across miles of consciousness, I spent years carefully cultivating each encounter to allow bigger waves, stronger wind, brighter celestials and darker twilights, the painfully sweet and the morbid, frightening edges. I exist in ten thousand ways in half the minds and triple the paintings. I am soft and I am loud and I am gentle and I am bold and I am sharp I am vulnerable I am cathartic I am neurotic I am glowing I am romantic I am a daughter I am a commander I am basic I am rebellious I am nurturing I am ruthless I will watch the world rise and I will watch it fall I will sit quietly and I will burn it myself I am passion and I am serenity. I am Willow Elisabeth Cunliffe and I exist as a whole.