Our Little Secret

Sunday - March to Near May

       If there was anything that I've learned during my unquestionably dark times, is that there is no such thing as time. It is an illusion made up from someone who schedules far past themselves, yearning to understand their own future and self actualization. For me, I have no desire to search for myself through the eyes of illusions. I breathe now and I will breathe later, simple as that. Although today, I've reported a missing property of mine. My breath was no longer my own as I took in the single thing I've craved without recollection. It was the mere sound of all that I've never knew. A single soul trapped within the vocal chords, desperate for the understanding of their pain. I felt it too. My feet carried me while my eyes and hands began to experience the same reaction of moisture. It felt as though I have felt a connection that was meant for me. This belongs to me.

        Thus began my search for the owner of said voice. Without any prior knowledge, I ran. My whole being raced towards an illusion that I knew deep in my core, was mine. Throat dry yet croaked an inaudible sound in response, those eyes pierced through me like a burning ember. The breath found its way back into me, as reality sank back. My hands touched a strangers, while the air held a thick coating of screams and excitement. I was utterly confused and hopelessly lost. I found myself in a crowd of hyperventilation, reckless nerves and eyes glossed over with pure ecstasy. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was lost within the idea that created time. Nothing made sense until that voice echoed across tile walls and the loud cry of the trains arrival. The huge gust of wind fed my tired lungs a thousand breaths, while the bodies chaotically jolted past me. This was the moment where I knew I felt something taboo, and damn near unreal. The infamous yet most anticipation universal emotion beyond all that is right and wrong; Love.