Sipping her mint tea, she watched the day melting away, right in front of her, in the form of sugar stripping off dying into T Without screams Without complains Without a single sigh
Yes, it was a day just like any other Reflecting the one before Or the one still awaiting round the corner Reminding her of three nonexistent men of her life
For like those three days were just a prolonged version of one Those three men were different versions of one Waiting for nothing
And so with T gone She scanned hundreds of words for one last time Subliming into the very nothing Just like that crystal
Diving into impenetrable heavens above Eye couldn’t help itself But wonder So was I ever lying to you Dear evening Straight to your face Just like He claims That people do
Or Have I ever wasted you Dear morning Let it be By will Laziness Or just in a plain mourning Of my life
Skies hesitantly copied time Windy And yet speechless Just like my mouth Magnifying life Only to children To feed those sparks Growing in their eyes
Yes They blew me away And in return I blew off whole galaxies As mere stardust of yesterday With a breath That of truth When adults
Was it ever wrong? Had to be For His voice By definition deflowering By sensation its complete opposite Haunted me in my dream Turning the above Into a giddy song
-…everything needs to be touched to be…,- her amber smile said. -..hm, to be believed. You’re so right. Your sentence is here, makes sense and see, I do believe it,- reflected the iceberg of his eye. -I didn’t say to believe. I said to TOUCH… And so his touch stretched out Hesitantly at first Then meeting Her Ice melted in tears of pure joy -You meant just TO BE🥳 Her soft laughter joined his in a synchronised melody. -True…💜
…and as I held his trembling hand in mine, it reminded me of a quickened heartbeat, that of a frightened bird… -I’m scared to go…they keep talking of light, love, welcoming embraces, and yet, all I can think about is that my heart will stop… -Scared to die or scared to be born again? -They say there are different realities, different bodies, different experiences, yet I know they can’t possibly know -Still you know and they know, just as I know, there’s only memories of this life. Short lived, vivid in their nature, ever changing into something else, creating their own time, space… -I don’t get it -That’s absolutely unnecessary. What you need to realise is that you’re not dying, you’re being born again. Since there’s no way to rewrite the core memory… -Meaning? -See you on the other side. Again🖤
Lotus, embarrassed:….it will be clouds of dust, pressure, noise, friction,…levels of entropy never heard of…yup, gas won’t be an exception, and all of it in this heat….if you can bear it, of course😐
What She forgot to mention was She was about to give me something no one has ever given before. The Stars To keep Me company For a few nights 🌟 ⭐️ 💫
-…and the sane one would turn… -They’re not turning, why should I? -…if you don’t wanna listen to me, here you go, look at it by yourself -You don’t understand, they know better, I know better… -I’m one of them, and I say Turn! -One of them doesn’t mean them. I need the same info from many, that’s the correct information. -…you know I never lied to you, you call me ‘a friend’. Please turn.. -You are my friend, see I’m holding your hand, yet others don’t see what you see, so do you think I can? -I’m not asking you to see. I’m asking you to turn. There’s still time. -Make others move, I’ll join then. -Turn for your kids! Please! Do it for your children, grandchildren, for your family! -It’s terra incognita. This squeeze is not something I wished for, yet I know I can rely on them, lean on them. It’s my security. You, on the other hand, are somehow changing in front of my eyes, breaking down, disappearing -TURN! I beg you…
…yet the mass of 7.8 billion bodies kept walking to the edge. While the frontlines kept already falling off a cliff in millions, the centre and back still didn’t pay attention, since it wasn’t the mind of the herd that was moving them, but their belief in “a story of a shepherd”. The one, who’s unlike the others. The one, who watches over them all. The one, who would warn them if something went wrong. The one, who guides them, protects them. The one, who touches a dead mind drowned in the stream of belief. And that’s when the only road, that existed and they all shared, suddenly forked. By her steps. She was followed by no one, but a silent chant of a herd ‘she part, she part, she part…’. Yes, their part departed. Over the years that followed you could still hear the stories echoing the whisper of tails of a herd. The herd which didn’t exist in billions anymore, as only few millions survived, changing their direction by the swift movement of the last moment. They kept walking in a new direction for centuries, reflecting on the words of the one that had left. They thought her to be different. Unlike them. They thought her to be A clairvoyant. They praised her. They remembered her in a story of a friend that fell into pieces and disappeared one day. A story of She that parted the herd. A story of She that finally got heard. All of them connected into a story of A shepherd watching over them. No words were to be trusted, no one else was to be heard, but her spirit. And so blind, deaf, numb, they kept on moving, breath by breath…
-Are you saying this is what humans do? Ignoring each other, waiting for “the sign from the spirit”, accepting dead words only? Does it mean they will never learn? -They’re learning by every breath, love. Yet they are still unable to accept an honest information of the other. And so they keep on following that, what they think they know, what they feel.The vibration of a tale
…and as she was lying motionless on the ground, she felt his insanely soft lips whispering to her forehead-
“I found my soul family, but you, you are unique, my love, you are my divine counterpart. My body belongs to my Earth family, yet my soul and heart are forever yours. Will you…?
That’s when her heart stopped completely
Just like that
Without a defibrillator
Without any intervention
Unstoppable tears disappeared after three days
And she suddenly sat up
Timidly smiling
Feeling free
Feeling divinely light
As if carried by the wind
Tarot only confirmed the mentioned – she earned her wings.
Eye of the Darkness 