I am counting the seconds…
While laying here on your narrow bed.
It feels like a forever has passed since I woke up and yet you are still in the dream world… Probably chasing the ghosts of the past or getting spooked by unclear and formless illusions of the future.
Time and space are dancing with the regular specks of dust, creating thick heaviness in the room that is grounding my chest and locking me down. Yeah, and because of that I can’t get up and leave. Probably because of that. Most certainly. Not.
I’m staring at the ceiling now.
You are facing the wall.
Just our air-grasping diaphragms are moving. Repeating up and down motion through our entire lives.
I raise my pointing finger up and start drawing fruits of imagination on your dirty white ceiling. Little creatures and whatnot.
Carving them in really carefully…
I bet you’ll never notice them and yet they’ll stay here forever. Watching after you… For me.
Oh… My hand just gives up and starts falling – it can no longer fight this chaotic and dense mixture in the air. At the exact moment when it comes into collision with the bed, you start waking up.
Still, it takes a forever later, for you to open your eyes. But once you do, the room starts slowly getting filled with your presence. Pushing the dust, space and time out through the tiny crack in the window, which is just in front of my bare, cold feet.
I stare into your eyes.
You stare into mine.
I close my eyes while you touch my hair.
Let me soak into you…
I don’t talk much. You don’t too.
You see? You’re so close.
And each day you get one step closer. To a tiny piece of armour.
Isn’t there a tiny shield between our hearts? Protecting us from the instability and the overbearingness of raw emotions.
We are tiptoeing a lot around each other. This fragile dialogue between our hearts and souls is still indefinably charming.
Alarm disrupts us. I am hesitating but finally, I get out of the bed, leaving behind you and wrapped up in a thick blanket. Before closing the doors, I smile at the creatures above your head and you. But here you are just laying there and facing the wall again. Occupied with chasing the ghosts and formless illusions.
If only you knew the things that happen when I’m with you, without you.