Drowning in apathy suffocating in fear sitting on the couch of my indifference watching the sitcom of my desire as if it was free to air. And then then a tsunami crashed into the livingroom of my lassitude and sent me flying down the hallway of my constraint straight out the front door of my apprehension and smack into the agent of my resurrection. There he stood, legs steadfast against the raging torrent as if he wasn’t at all afraid. As I swept past he swung down a mighty arm (like a pick-up truck with skin) hoisted me above the deluge and hurled me straight into a giant wooden cross. (Where did that come from?) My heart splintered into a thousand pieces tumbled into the floodwaters and was gone. I looked at him aghast and then horrified as he peeled off his shirt, pulled back his skin and cracked his chest open. Dripping like a tap in the space where his heart should be was a glacier of tears that ran through the gap and joined up with the tidal wave that it had created. Start again? he asked me gently as he peeled me from the wood. And that was all it took for our hearts to find each other, recreate themselves and beat as one. And now, here we sit, on the couch of our determination watching the colours of our desire in the livingroom of our passion in the house of our true hearts’ creation.