It’s simple, straight, direct, like an evil thought. It folds the heart into tiny pieces which corrode the edges till they tear. Fibre by fibre. Slowly forcing an impossible second into existence. A second which lasts longer. A measurement of a parallel universe which has taken over the curtain of reality wrapped around the human brain.
It’s a desert shadow trapped in a cage of sunshine, waiting for the sun to set.
There is no sound to this chaos, like the centre of a hurricane which rests peacefully whilst its stares at the spiral of destruction announcing its arrival. It’s so quiet you can smell it.
It forces you to swallow with your eyes, taking it all in every time your eyelids close with an intense kiss. It refreshes the mind with its icy touch of adrenaline, till your thoughts freeze, till your deepest memories become trapped outside unconsciousness. It creates a burning desire, it plays with it and then it teaches it to live independently amongst feelings of guilt, pain, pleasure, should, must, don’t, have to and need to.
It confuses opposites and reunites extremes, joining different poles which result in an explosion of creation. It last a second. That second which lasts longer. And in that impossible space of time, all doors are removed. There are no more barriers, just tunnels of possibility.
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