25. Vague, Discrete

It came first like a tickle, somewhere in my mind. I would turn around to face someone that had moved in the outskirts of my periphery, and meet with an empty space. 
 Something was there, I knew, I could feel it. 
In the jumble of thoughts and emotions that invaded my mind when I accidently let it drift, there it was, there he was. His movements vague, discrete, carefully caressing my consciousness.

in the direction of you

i would go anywhere in the direction of you
 even when there is nothing to be found
and all these wicked kind eyes
rip me apart with every smile
take me anywhere in the direction of you
i will follow

24. Awating the silence

There will be a long sleep, a long night, a vast darkness. We will rest and eventually the rest will take us deeper to where we need to be led. We can not go there unless we agree to sink and become one. We become one and sink. Space will narrow and the closeness will confine us. The density of thoughts and feeling will thicken and fog up our minds. The pains will be overwhelming, the joy unbearable. We will think with five thousand minds, remember five thousand lives, hope by five thousand dreams and love with five thousand hearts. You will hate, despise and envy yourself with the power of the next persons mind. You will see yourself with your neighbours eyes, listen with their ears, react with their emotions. Five thousand inner voices speaking in full privacy, to you.

This is what we have to endure, until all words has melted to a murmur, a low background noise and all we have left is pure feeling. Everything will melt together and there will be only the pain of a bursting heart. The pain of being close, the pain of knowing we will be torn apart, the pain of loving and hating, all at once. We will keep being pulled, pushed and pinned together to a tiny core. The world will be distorted, you will lose all sense of yourself, your body, the space around us. There will be only this nucleus that is five thousand compressed into one. Then the catalyst will come. It is one word risen above the stream of murmur, a sigh or a tune or a scent, a vibration from within the core. It sets off a chain reaction, it spreads faster than time can measure. It halts the universe, and the universe knows its doomsday, as it knew its beginning. Life ends, burns in a tidal wave of flame. 
And for the shortest moment, the deep silence.