siverline
i feel sunshine spreading over me. i enjoy the warmth on the skin, knowing that my mind is already warm with the feeling of belonging. owning my land, my kingdom.
creamy wonder between two layers of hardness. with or without sugary tops. bite into it - you feel the hard and soft crumbling together.
smell of spirit. white uniformed nurses, some smiling, some scowling, some devoid of expression. a cry here, a whisper there, a wail from somewhere. all these sprinkled among anxious faces, smiling faces, wordless white noisy chatter.
there was an avalanche when the outlet burst. all kinds of everything just poured out. there were colours, sounds, lights and dimensions hitherto unseen, unheard and unfelt.
its difficult not to feel it, yet i smile. the strain reveals itself in a few microscopic li on my forehead and corners of eyes. that's all. the visible cracks belie the tension within.
the cloud.
lightweight. floating, disappearing, reappearing.
filling the lightness of my being. i'm feeling as light as a cloud.
air.
lightweight.
seeing none, seen by none
everywhere, like god,
like wifi.
lightweight wifi
passing through and beyond every matter that matters and doesn't.
that's what i am and you are.
lightweight, yet made of steel.
why cant you see it ? why don't you feel it?
its beauty is terrible and terrific.
being lightweight is a boon and bane.
tears are lightweight, so is a smile.
how do you choose between them?