Synesthesia - of you

“In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.” - Robert James Waller

On the highway of life, no time to look left or right. Things are there to be done, days are there to be lived and not felt, lifes there to fall into bed at night without any greater sight. Over and out.

And then there are the moments where you cannot ignore anymore what your subconscious has been trying to tell you all along with those vivid dreams.

Synesthesia:

You in front of me. I see you have freckles now as the summer has passed and has left us behind. And I see the little sparkles in your eyes have reappeared. As soon as we start talking we realize, how words were never the mainfocus of our language. We add a few more unnecessary words, then we finally dare to let our hands touch. Our fingers interlock. Our moments are locked in my heart, could there have ever been any doubt about that? By the second my skin touches yours, I can hear our history, smell our conversations, see right through the bottom of your heart. See that theres still a little corner where I can let myself sink down. And by the amout I drowned every memory on all levels in the past, I’m getting flooded by them right now. We're tight rope walkers, there's only a thin line between us flying and heading for the rocks. We're swinging back and forth on our seesaw creating our own rhytmh to the beat of our story.

I know, which key I have to use to open up our Pandoras Box, I always knew. Us on a mountain when all the lights go on. Its not that I could handle it better now, but its this well known state of being beyond good and evil.

Trying to forget you, forget you, forget you. Knowing that some things, some encounters just aren’t meant to be forgotten – ever. My own personally created axiom. Forgetting is superficial and somethings don’t repeat themselves a lot during the chronology of our lifespan. It’s these things that make me question the logic of your previous chronology. Theres not one lifetime but episodes, periodes and eras. And there's only one certainty within each era because the certainty is what builds the foundation and origin of the era itself. "It already changed the fundmentals." And eventho all these parallel lifes of course leave me with greater uncertainty, ambivalence and ambiguity – you didn’t.