"Up until the mid twentieth century the mountain gorilla was considered a myth. Oddly enough, a legend not unlike bigfoot or the loch ness monster. The chance of actually seeing/experiencing this elusive shadow was as likely as finding ones soulmate.
Rare.

Precious.

Even once discovered they seemed unapproachable. The only way to get close to this magnificent creature was to become empathetic. Abandon all pretense and preconceptions.

To bare an open throat.
To collapse into the arms of vulnerability.

All but extinct, these beings/moments are threatened by the black hearted.

The cold and oblivious.
The empty eyed profit seekers that overlook these

Rare

Precious

Moments."

Maynard James Keenan

Wolf by Now, Now

 

I would kill to be your clothes
Cling to your body and hang from your bones
But I could make a mark If you would let me start

You've been feeling smaller
Take a different number
Like you do
Like you do
When you talk about it
You don't want to hear it
Tell me more, tell it all, can you take it

I would kill to be the cold
Tracing your body and shaking your bones
But I can't sleep at night
I can't sleep at night
You've been feeling smaller
Take a different number
Like you do
Like you do
When you talk about it
You don't want to hear it
Tell me more, tell it all, can you take it

I can find the things that I have left behind tonight if I try
If I try
I could find the things that I have left behind tonight if I tried
If I tried

You've been feeling smaller
Take a different number
Like you do
Like you do
When you talk about it
You don't want to hear it
Tell me more, tell it all, can you take it

“The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.”
—Ernest Hemingway, from A Farewell to Arms