Jump in the cold water, they say
Just do it, they say
You can do it
Can’t you?
Why don’t you?
Are you ready?
You’ll never be ready!
Go with your fear, face your fear
You’re good enough. Are you not?
I see the world.
It needs a white rose.
Who’s gonna do it, if the old ones who did it all got killed.
They did what was right?
But what does that matter. They’ve been dead for a long time.
Don’t let the red rose win.
It’s red cause it’s drenched in blood.
I saw this pic on the internet.
It was a huge wave of victory.
Just that the waters of the wave were blood red.
Sometimes I go look at it.
I go to that account that posted it.
It’s a human.
And I look at the picture, I feel into it.
And I try to understand how you can look at it and not feel what I feel.
All so normal.
No, says the white rose.
It’s not normal.
You go for it.
You’ll meet thorns and you’ll know not if they are yours or the world’s or just the thorns of a rose.
You’ll meet the thorns cause you long for the smell of a rose.
The beautiful smell of an innocent white rose.
Which is not so innocent given that something makes you search for that smell cause you know about the blood and you don’t want that to happen yet you’re willing to protect the white from the red with your own heart’s blood.
The cold cold water.
Just jump in there.
It’s so alive.
And be aware. For the waters carry roses in all colors and you follow one but you don’t know where you’ll end up.
I don’t know where I’m going with this any more.
I sensed it so clearly in the beginning.
Now all that’s left to do
is to be with it.
The hardest part about meeting cold water.