Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams, then, were empty.
Don't think of sea as color. Make it a solid that can support a boat. Think of 'wetness' as color-texture.
The bogholes might be Atlantic seepage. The wet centre is bottomless.
I paint the ocean - I think of its vastness - its power - its wetness.
Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine. "Mine," he repeated when she sighed heavily. "No one else's. " Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt. It broke his heart.
Dearest - my body is simply crazy with wanting you - If you don't come tomorrow - I don't see how I can wait for you - I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours - the kisses - the hotness - the wetness - all melting together - the being held so tight that it hurts - the strangle and the struggle.
Moisture is the essence of wetness, and wetness is the essence of beauty.
When I was a kid, I slept on rubber sheets, but now, I'm a man. And I can take the wetness!
Walter loves the sea, and I need it in some elemental way that I cannot even come close to verbalizing. I become dim and shriveled somehow at my very core if I am away from the sea too long. When I return to it I seem to fill up and overflow with it, soaking in the vast, sighing wetness of it like a parched vine in a long, soft spring rain.
No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.
