Speak Easy and Butterflies Painted Black and Blue

The world is made of little drops of water. Everything. is made of little drops of water. If you look hard enough, everything is cellophane. If you look hard enough, you can even see through the tress. If you look hard enough, when you speak you can see the words. They are spelled out in little drops of water sailing through the air until they land in an ear. Little drops of water in the shapes of words, spelling out even I-Love-You. Everything. is made of little drops of water. The things that I have fallen in-love with are water. A cat I discovered is my soul mate is made of little drops of water, but he is a bit less invisible than the rest. He is solid and real and cleans his water paws with his water tongue and his water teeth. But he is real. The gravestones in the graveyard etched with words and sayings reminding us of a human who once was, the gravestones are made of little drops of water. More water than the rest, but translucent all the same. The people I know, the people I love, the people I hate are made of little drops of water. If you look hard enough, they are cellophane. If you look even harder, you can see them. You can see their mind and their thoughts and their heart and what it is made of. You have to look hard. When you look hard enough, you might not like what you see. When you don't like what the little drops of water spell out for you, what shape the heart is that they create, the little drops of water fill you with angst and anxiety and anger. The little drops of water fill you until you are drowning and they begin to spill out of your water eyes. Until you are so full of these little drops of water that you overflow and they spill out over your edges. If you aren't careful, they can make quite a mess. You scream and you yell and you create floods and hurricanes composed of a thousand drops of water, drowning everything you love. You create water words you never intended to create, say words you never meant to say.
And then comes the calm.
And then comes the calm, and this calm is made up of water too. Clear and cleansing water, baptizing your soul and watering flowers with the water left over from the flood. Then you speak easy, creating words made out of crystal water, so cool and fresh that God could mistake it for His own tears. Perhaps it is God's tears. You create a thousand soggy apologies made out of little drops of water. And you notice the Butterflies that someone painted black and blue. The Butterflies that, if they weren't so beautiful, could be mistaken for a bruise. The solid Butterflies, filled in with silk and a sand, but never any water. They are the truth and they are the beauty that every human desires to acquire. But I think, if you look hard enough. I mean really, really hard, every human already is the truth and the beauty, they just wrap it up in cellophane and feed it to their dog.