Woooooooo-
hoooooooo what a fall what a soar what a plummet what a dash into dark into light what a plunge what a glide thud crash what a drop what a rush what a swoop what a fright what a mad hushed skirl what a smash mush mash-up broke and gashed what a heart in my mouth what an end. - Hotel World, Ali Smith.
Those are not my words, I just liked them. I read them and I thought, what a lovely way to go. I like the way they feel in my mouth, I like the way I feel when I think them. They feel like they match the part of me that is 'most Jess.' The 'I am' part. I am, not I think or I should or I know or I can't but I am.
I am a tree climber, a fence jumper, a book reader, a tripping overer. I am talking too loud on the bus, I am the foot in my mouth, the one glass too many. I am putting your arms out and spinning around really quick just to pass the time, I am opening your mouth to the sky to let the rain fall in. I am always cold in the winter, I am a list writer, a talk to myself in the toilet. I am tap water and banging pots and pans with spoons. I am lying on the floor listening to music in the dark. I am a chaos creater, a messer upperer, a mad hushed skirl.
