I am friends with the coaster and all things capable of soaking.
Walking the streets with the confidence of having lived a thousand lives, I burst compassion. Knowing where you have been, that situations are temporary but change is eternal. I swoop over your table, take up all the conversations, the bits of beer that were spilled while you ecstatically retold a story.
I soaked it up, wet with the beer and the story.
Taking and giving back, I am merely a catalysts for your enthusiasm. I clean up after messy bits, don’t you worry. You wonder what I am to you? I do wonder that sometimes myself.
I am the sponge, I travel the world, full of cavities and holes, ready to soak up experiences, stories, sadness and happy bits.
I am big and yellow, why don’t you squeeze me?
Let’s see what comes out.