Breaths are slowly fading, as I am facing an image filled with everything that’s going on, emotions of different faces, and colors of different lives, yet I am looking at the spaces of nothingness.
My mind is going on a standstill, while my breath is slowing down, and my heart is pacing slowly. I am enthralled by the void of solitude, where I can’t even think about anything, but the loneliness of a pluviophile staring at the spaces between the drops of rain as he wonders, what’s in a rain that makes it so lovely? Is it the water gradually falling down from the sky, or is it the spaces, the air that flows disturbly which actually what makes a rain a rain, because if not for those spaces, they would just be flowing water from the sky, and not the rain? It’s such a wonder that as I think about nothing, the more I am actually thinking about everything; overthinking that as I stare into nothingness, the more that I actually see everything.
And now my heart is beating very slow, as I am unconsciously not breathing anymore. And I am thinking again, how consciously am I breathing everytime I see your smile, when I literally am skipping a beat every time I remember the image of you at the back of my mind, the memories of you smiling and laughing as you take a bite of the pizza that we share, and the fries that you’re taking all as your own. You are one selfish eater, that you are even devouring my thoughts about nothingness, which is my only escape from you.
But I guess I can’t stay away, that even with this space, I can’t escape. I am staring into nothingness, as I was thinking about nothing; yet all I see is you, all I can think about is you.
