I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers but hold up a ship.
Michelle Williams
I stare at the poster.
Another thought slips in through the periphery of my memory as thoughts so often do. Even my thoughts are like water – always slipping through and splattering about. Swirling and swishing around, diluting every other thought, building into a gurgling stream with a mind of its own. But back to that other thought. It’s the line from the movie where she compares love with water. How when we let it slip into us it can fill us up and become a powerful force. Powerful enough to hold up a ship perhaps. But in my life love seems to slip in and slip out with equal ease, never staying long enough to fill me up. Then I think maybe the poster talks about wanting to be free and strong. I am not strong. I do not want to slip through his fingers. I want him to need me like water. Like a parched man in a desert needs water. I want to flow into him and fill him up. I know that doc is going to say that it is not healthy. How can wanting to be needed not be healthy. Didn’t Bruce Lee say something about being like water too? A lot of people loved Bruce Lee. A lot of people probably love Michelle Williams. She’s not a sieve like me.
The doctor clears his throat to pull me out of my thoughts.
I do not know what the quote is saying. But I know what he wants to hear. It is always best to tell the doctors what they want to hear.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt.