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 close and his soul so near and reachable and I understood him so fully I thought we would both explode into a million shattered colours and a millions droplets of light that would shoot up into the endless expanses of the universe above us and below us and next to us – and I felt we were floating stars in space and gliding like dust over a ray of sunlight falling but also flying with arms open to the world (and each other) in order to be to be and not to die but to live and to see and breathe and feel and – listen. To the breathing of the world. The living nature of everything around us.

Out of the palm of his hand sprouted some green shoot and as it flowered it mingled with his curly hair and his facial features became colourful petals and his tears were like raindrops making their surface twinkle.

His eyes contained a warning and a cry for help a cry to the universe for it to stop unfolding to stop moving and stop breathing so just the two of us could be together in this gaze forever and breathe in sync forever and live in sync forever and feel and hear and smell and touch and think and feel forever the same and different – I call it happiness. Holding our breaths, waiting for the world to explode and cease to exist. Anticipating the breaking of the tightrope upon which we balance.