Blue-black

Black all over. A little too cold. The warmth of life as you cuddle into you. Nothing too audible, maybe nothing to say. A slow song running over your senses. Omnipresent. The blues to be sinking in. The heavy making it easy, easy to be at ease.

Nobody can hold water, does water hold anybody? It just lets you sink in your own choices…

If I would wanna die, my choice would be water. The surface would be panic, there would be this fear, and then cautiously just as you, the chaos will faint. And then no more water would come in, no more tremble. The silence and the symphony will coexist in content and your conscious would wake unconsciously to see a transit, a dissolved horizon. There would be a sea, there would be a universe, there would be home and there would be everything that you’ve ever searched for, everything that you’ve ever wished for.

And then everything in that something, larger than a countable moment, everything, would settle, everything would fix itself. In that nothingness, everything will begin to exist and probably you will realize, how refracted reality had been all this while. You will realize, how we have been living in nothing, living for nothing all this while…receding from each other, receding from life just as those galaxies at which we mock at, tiny so far and they were twinkling at us, twinkling all this while at our innocence, knowing the reality of reality, the reality of relativity…