cleo aleja

It is what I was brought to this earth to do. Everything else is secondary.

I will as it is all I know how to do. Sometimes it seems like I’m capable of other things, as if I have other purposes, different ways to organize time, to structure the continuous barrage of absences as they float up in the ever-bending current of happenstance. Sometimes I seem busy, as if I have the appropriate technique for other tasks, other rituals, other callings. But ultimately, night after night, I always arrive at the same place: each and every instance where the quiet is given its due ground, when the silence is brought into focus as the totality that it is, I am reminded that all I really do is love you. I am bathed in the movements of my passion for you as I feel the locomotion of a million different bodies, all with your name, carry me to one single end: loving you until there is nothing left to say.

I love you so much to the point that all I feel I can do around you is melt and flow through the crevices we have procured for ourselves in order to fall into the body of water that is our own private language. This body is where I become infinitely knowable and reknowable in the attempt at knowing and reknowing you. This is where I give way to something bigger than me and my limits as I care for you and let myself be cared for by you. I love you. I adore you.