the fulcrum point – m4w (Ithaca)
Now there is you. The calm and the cool and, what I thought was until now, the fictional truth. You show me your colors and share with me whispers. Without rush and without fury, you come closer. And I am too. There is nothing mistaken or palpitating and so I can give to you.
It’s uncanny; this, the geography of us; this tying of syncopated time; this blending of our senses and sensibility; this moment where everything is ready and set and fine. This is the fulcrum point, the point of pivot and potential; for balance and flight; a chance to get it right.