shadows of things around a fire grow very large and dance even when there is no movement. i marvel at the thought of those who stand alone or the thought of lovers covered in blankets making one shadow dance behind them while they hold each other by the fire. on this beach you can find strange and curious treasures - pieces of fishing line with a brass hook, sea shells, bird feathers, driftwood, stones and animal skeletons. as their shaman i walk alone through the darkness and into the otherworld. my dreams are lucid and under the magic of datura i cast my selves into their conciousness and tell them not what they want to hear. we build our tents and decorate them with treasures brought home by our lovers. we tie branches and flowers together and string bottlecaps to them as if to create a fetish placed by our tents.
on windy nights like these the fire hangs sideways and our shadows flow in waves across the sand. "ua alu atu le afi!" and it becomes too much. sparks and pieces of ember burn holes into the sides of our tents but we are not affraid. we would later thank the gods for the speckles of moonlight they have sent through our tents as they have sent starlight through the holes in our sky. "fai fai pea!"
i look over to you and we say nothing. the silence is thick and we hold our glances without having to speak at all. our time here is short and it has been written for us to sojourn towards other fires and other moons. this surreal land of nighttime binds the days together and the winds carry our stories across the sea.
just stay with me a little longer..
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'the world always provides the same sum of experiences. it is up to us to be conscious of them. being aware of one's life, one's revolt, one's freedom, and to the maximum, is living, and to the maximum.'
may we find each other in every drop of sea
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