Jesse

Two

"Meditation is the dissolution of thoughts in Eternal awareness or Pure consciousness without objectification, knowing without thinking, merging finitude in infinity."

Infinity is treated like, itself is a number. The process of which it is used to measure something that's uncountable. Immeasurable. But it will never be a number, not a real number. Numbers like you and I.

"Service!"

"Yes Chef." I nodded as I picked up the two white plates of food.

Numbers are the same in every language; it's the universal language everyone instantly understands. The space within our minds is infinite, it has no end. We continue you generate our thoughts from sights, smells and experiences. The trouble is, we have an end. One day our bodies will die, but do our minds live on? I have these reckless thoughts and maybe I am obsessed with death. One day the truth would be revealed, and it was that truth I was travelling towards. I looked around the restaurant as I walked. Everyone was dying. I could see the breaths escaping their mouths, each breath they took, is a breath closer to the truth.

Every second we are barrelling towards death.

"Jesse." I whispered, I almost dropped the plates in my hands as I looked into his brown eyes.

"I didn't know you worked here?" Jesse said as he smirked.

"I do now." I sighed.

"When do you get off?" He tilted his head.

"In about thirty minutes." I smiled.

"I want to take you somewhere." He looked towards the floor, his feet shuffling.

"Okay" I nodded.

I turned from him, my eyes glazing over with a haze. I wasn't the type of person to question others actions around me. But I felt like I was within a dream. I was watching my life through playback, from somewhere else.

Jesse waited for me outside of the restaurant I had been working at for a little over a week now.

"I wanted to find you again." Jesse said.

I looked up at him and smiled, I could see the shadow of the artwork that covered his body in the dim light of the distant streetlights.

"I don't think you are real." I said softly.

"I'm as real as anybody gets." He shrugged.

"Where are we going?" I asked Jesse.

"To the river." He said, his eyes fixed on the small pathway through the trees, shrouded in darkness.

I placed the tips of my shoes at the edge of the river bank; I heard the undergrowth moving behind me as Jesse approached. I felt the warmth before I knew anything else. He placed the palms of his hands over my ears. I watched the moon reflecting off the water like a black and white movie. Faces, places, except there was no music. There was no voices.

"Do you see them?" Jesse asked me. "The ghosts." Jesse said as he applied more pressure to my ears.

I nodded within his grasp.

"Go inside your own head, and don't come back out." He said gently, muffled by his own contact.

"I'm already there." I whispered.