Literary escapades

Passing youth is knocking on the door with loud insistence of speeding express, with familiar tunes, flashing memories and all the energy it can summon. The hurricane is here, door opens and I am swept away. It's surreal and touching. Still, I am standing behind the glass, watching and listening, unable to enter. One careless movement and it all will disappear, swallowed by the time ripples. Experience is breathtaking and excruciating. The vibe is so overwhelming that suddenly you are at loss which reality matters more. Current surroundings are just a dream... Has it all been just a dream when your heart is racing, aching for reunion with the past with desperate intensity of a last chance, slipping away into another time pocket. When the wind rattles your whole being and inevitable storm is raging around, life behind the glass is all that matters and counts... Brighter than the stars, memories are cutting through the time and space, setting you free to spin in the wind....

Rain is sliding lazily from the leaves, drop by drop. Multicolored hydrangeas, wet and disheveled never looked more beautiful on the background of the silver-tinted skies. Torn clouds keep crying away, tragic and lost, looking down on scenery underneath, wishing to stay and rest on the top of trees or soft, tangled grass, watching the day go by. Silence is only disturbed by the  murmuring water, pouring through the green. Cool moist air fills lungs with unusual freshness that'll soon disappear into the real summer heat, eaten by the ever-hungry sun. Light drizzle is stretching an invisible net, layer by layer, assembling little shiny purls strung together on the web lines, forcing spiders into hiding. Sounds are softened, subdued, cushioned cosily into a mellow cotton ball world, existing only for a moment in June.

It feels like a gaping hole inside. Starting small it seem to be only growing over time, however slowly. It's easy to ignore its existence being busy with trivial everyday routine, push aside vague discomfort of something missing, blaming it on fatigue, lack of time or any other number of things.  Sooner or later it'll make itself known, the reality to be accounted for and the issue to be addressed.  It starts to gnaw at you subtly. The dark seeds of uncertainty begin to grow at first giving just a mild discomfort. Like a cautious disease it hides inside preparing for the silent coup that will dare to challenge your whole being.  It begin by surfacing occasionally during sleepless nights posing strange questions and encamping doubts where they have no place to be. It proceeds then to visit on a regular basis, carefully picking the days and catching you of guard so often that it surprising how the signs of the approach can be missed so notoriously easily....

I am mesmerized by the world I haven't seen yet.  I caught a glimpse of it, reluctant or insecure to touch the surface fearing to distort the picture.  I could still find the traces of illusion that it's become. Reality inevitably escapes into memory pockets remaining real just to some concerned, myth to newcomers to slowly vanish with coming years replaced by shifting plates of time, events and people. I wish I could float in time, back and forth. The most incredible travel imaginable.  All the loose ends connected, all the facets in place, beginnings and endings interlocking, in perfect harmony that allows finally see the escaping reasoning from all the angles, without shadows, with nothing hidden, unveiling meanings in most unexpected places wise in their simplicity that doesn't any more elude the eye.

What is happening... Is it me? Is it the world around? Or both... Spinning in the wind, tornados followed by black rain that keeps coming. Life seems so big and  so insignificant at the same time. Emotional tidal waves come and go to bring more storms and inevitable tsunami that will burry us all underneath the dark blanket of water. There won't be any stars to see, no memories will remain intact, no words, no regrets... just that long awaited peace

If time could stay still in the moments that we adore, keep rerunning in our memories, longing to live them again and again, meticulously recalling all the little details, sounds and shades and spoken words that seem to matter more than they did then, like an old movie that after all these years you know by heart. Time is running away with increasing pace that we are too powerless to slow down. The persistent feeling of speeding away towards the edge of a cliff exhilarates and mortifies, all in one, filling this seemingly auspicious ride with fascination and terror playing in turns with your mind, juggling unrelated pieces of life that go up and down in the air like a flash, burning into your brain, stirring myriad of emotions that won't like to be forgotten. The sweetness and the pain of a moment disappearing in front of your eyes with the vague premonition of a future regret. The lights are descending into shadows, and slowly melting evening sun is touching the day for the la...

Things are happening too fast and it's still too early to understand why they're happening at all. With such unusual start suddenly bursting into your life showing its corners in a completely new light. So vivid and unexpected, vaguely familiar and yet strangely peculiar, fresh and edgy, touching and sad, gripping all your being with such a powerful force and yet giving you freedom to decide if you wish to continue with this wonderfully crazy charade that excites even more with every coming day. Time is arching itself trying to accommodate the change. Every step is a novelty with the windows opening to another reality