in a confession to a true friend
i told him that i have changed significantly over the past few years.
how so, he asked.
i explained to him that i seemed to have lost expressive passion; it seems to have leaked out of me, slowly but surely.
he told me that i have confused "leaking" with "distillation".
in other words
my passion remains
as energetic and volatile as ever,
but it has become fermented with time
and the distillation process has cultivated a deeper understanding of time, energy, and the appropriate contexts from which to leap into full transparency.