In your mind

six

   It has been raining lightly for an hour according to alexander's dangerous-looking watch device thingy. He somehow reminded me of my first crush at school, when i was thirteen.

   he was polite when he wasn't angry, respectful.. formal. Something about this turned the gears in my head and always made me think of ways to break this formality and show me the amorphous structure underneath. Like the imperfect snow, shaped, deteriorated and bent to our desire or what others desire. what did this man see in his life i wondered ? Did someone break his glass too and get to touch a sacred piece of his soul ? Causing him to build cement walls instead of glass ?

   We were walking through an unknown part of the forest, in the dark with torches and i had to admit... i needed a candle, comfort .. something to assure me that i won't die before i got back to the lake or to the cabin or to a new place where my dead body would feel at home.

    It was crazy how the dark had shaped the beauty i'd seen earlier into a silent beast, slowly sucking the energy from me and my company and blowing in fear and anxiety.
   With darkness everywhere, i couldn't tell if alexander was used to this, if he'd done this before or if someone pressured him enough to do it over and over. A wolf chasing a deer. An owl chasing a rat. A snake chasing a lizard.

    " so .. how much further is left ? " i asked out of boredom.

     " not much actually "

      " what is the candle ? " i decided to ask. 

    I've been thinking for a while .. he didn't mean the wax that my dad used to admire and appreciate as it liquifies.

A candle is a code, is a valuable possession, something my dad held dear and close to him. Another poem of his. Could be just a theory .. could be a weapon ..

   Did alexander mean an explosive ?

  Dad loved fires and candles, but how could they know ? How could they see my dad's old gray eyes as they get energised just from looking at the fireplace ? How could they feel the excitement of getting in a debate with him and arguing about infinite possibilities ?

And why would my dad even have an explosive ? He was a physician, someone who tried to preserve life .. not a chemist.

" i wouldn't say it out loud if i were you " he said.

"Why ?"

" cause it repeats what's being said " pointing his index out at the vast black starless sky.

Up to that point, i didn't think that alexander knows what he talks about. Not Literally, anyways.

"What do you mean ?"

"Ok.. we'll start it simple .. you know that the earth has a magnetic field, right ? "

Duh

" you're kidding me ? Of course i .."

Stopping and turning suddenly to face me, he said " they control everything through the earth's magnetic field, these waves revolving around in the field from their own devices .. they're used to connect with the electricity in our brains. Meaning they can hear what we think and they can in return make sounds out of no where in our heads, for citizens that is anyways. "
with a more deadly expression for some reason he continues, "As for the sky, let's just say they let out microscopic mics travelling around like dust."

" ok. And how are you being so confident saying all this out loud ?"

" they can't hear it when there is rain or abnormal weather conditions. "