Tightrope [Free Write]
Stream of Consciousness under the dulcet tones of Elevation [Without Sinking] and Yam [Satori] At first we tried to ignore each other but as we stared over the line of the horizon the line of our lives became blurred and we could no longer see past our eyes and our own boundaries and we melted and we sank into each other and his face was bulbous it protruded into my face and I tried to ignore his face but his eyes were so bright and there was this light and rays hit me they hit me like I was made of darkness and they filled me with a peculiar music, a scary kind of uncanny production of sound, tones intermingled and flowing and leaping over each other and blending like smoothies blend when you chop up grapes and strawberries and soft bananas and they mingle and they become one, one colour one light and one, taste, one. I floated. I never really thought he would think of me - that my mind would cross his - that my face would be by his face and hands and eyes and his body so...