Hammer to Water

Holy crap. I am back again. Once again it is because I find myself in a place where I need to write. I have lost control.

No.

I have been trying to take control. I have been grabbing and grasping and clinging and holding and reaching and running my mind in circles in an attempt to control.  I control because I am scared. I am scared because I can't control.
I have lost sight of the water.
I got a tattoo to remind me of the water, but I still forgot.
Bruce Lee said,

       “You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup.     

         When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes 

         the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend."

Become water

Become water

Become water

I have become a wall. A fist. A hammer.

In this lack of liquidity I fear I am pushing someone away.  Someone who is extremely important to me. That importance is why I am struggling to control. The important people in my life always go away, either by my doing or theirs.....usually mine. As I am typing this, I wonder if any of that has to do with my father leaving. There are a lot of deep-seeded fears that reside deep in my soul that stem from that. That could be why I try so hard to hold on to people and at the same time push them away. That may be why I don't talk about the things that are bothering me. Because I have never talked. I have never been talked to. Not about the serious stuff, the stuff that helps mold and hold and grow relationships. My family never really talked. I had no idea that my dad was going to leave until the night I sat on his lap and felt his bearded face when he cried the only tear I have ever seen him cry and he said he was leaving. That was it. No discussion or talking or warning, just gone. 

That's what I did to her. The woman I love and loved. I walked away when shit was tough and I didn't talk or explain or do any of the shit that a man should do.  A real man would talk. A real man would not run away.  But I did run. Like my dad did.

              "All this time I swore I'd never be like my old man. What the hell, time to face exactly what I am"                            Layne Staley

This is not to say that I didn't have reasons.  Shit was bad with us for some time. I had closed off because she had closed off and it was doomed to fail because we didn't talk.  I blame myself because that is what I do. I beat myself up. I go round and round in my head about what I could have done better or how I could have been better and how I am shit and then I get down on myself and it is all a rock slide to hell from there.

That is one reason I love her as much as I do. She talks to me, or at least she lets me talk. And I want to talk.  I want to tell her everything and anything she wants to know.  I want her to crawl inside my brain and walk around because I believe that she won't run away if she does. That she won't care that I am a crazy fuck. 

Then again, that is exactly what I am afraid of.  My heart tells me she won't care.  My ego, that dick, says she will care. She will run as fast as she can and won't turn back. Because no one will ever love me for me.  

I don't love me for me, so why would anyone else?

This is what I am dealing with. 

My brain runs in circles and it makes me crazy. 

As much as I want her to get in my head, I want to get in hers too.  I want to crawl in her head and learn every nook and cranny of the house that is her.  

But she has shut down again.  My god that woman is more walled off than I am.  Well, maybe not, but we are in a close race for a tie.

You may have picked up on the fact that I broke up with this woman. This beautiful, amazing woman that wrote about on this blog some time ago. This woman that inspires poetry and song. This woman....I left. I did what I do and I left. 

Then we talked.  It was a Saturday. We were in a Starbucks.  When we sat down, I was ready to lay my heart on the table and tell her that I couldn't just be friends with her. I have never been more right. The anguish that being her friend caused was terrible.

Something happened at that round table next to the window. She said that she had wanted to start a life with me. She hadn't said it before, but she did then. She said it and my heart exploded in my chest. I felt like I had never felt before because I felt immediately. My usual process of absorbing and thinking and thinking and thinking in order to know what I am feeling was moot.  I didn't need to think. I knew. I knew right then that I needed to be with her.

That's right. I said "needed". I don't need anyone. Ever. But her I needed. I knew I couldn't be friends with her because calling us friends would be like calling the Sears tower a hut.

So I asked her if she wanted to try again. 

She said no. 

My heart broke. 

But I understood.  I was too late. She had moved on. 

And then the rock slide to hell.....

The details are unnecessary. I suffered for a week like I haven't suffered since the infamous "her".

But maybe it needed to happen. It forced my heart open and I poured it all out for her in hopes that she would drink me up.  

And this is where the control begins......

I am so afraid that she will disappear from my life and that I won't get the chance to show her the magic that I know, and I mean "know" like I know that air is life, that we would have. 

This breaks my heart. 

So I try to control the situation because fear tells me that she will leave me. Fear has been telling me that she will leave me for quite some time. 

So I try to control.

And it isn't working. 

So I try harder.

And it works even less. 

Then the hands reach up from the depths of the pit that resides in my soul and they pull me down. They feed on my despair and my failed attempts to control the world I am walking in. So I become a wall and a hammer. 

And it works even less. 

So my friend tells me that I need to remember the water. 

A crack appears in the clouds. 

I need to be like water. 

This is an amazing challenge because I want very few things and her I want in the way I want to know that I will wake up in the morning. 

I also want to stand on a table and tell a room of strangers that I love her (stupid, I know). If I keep on with the hammer approach, I will never have that chance. 

So....I will be water.

 

Shit, that is heavy.  I am amazed that this much shit has come out.  I can't seem to stop writing. Makes me wonder why I stopped. I started again because my buddy reminded me about being water. I thought of this blog. Now I wrote.  I think I will keep on writing.  I forgot how good it made me feel.