THE FALL

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Minutes, seconds, days,hours, years and millenia were falling scattered with the sound of a thousand wind-chimes. The last tick of the clock tore the fabric of the Universe, dismantling Time.

   Ground vanished under his feet and he fell backwards. Slowly. He was falling for an eternity when he finally reached the surface of the primeval ocean. He splashed into the deep blue surface, breaking the thin layers of water. Gloub, gloub….The Ocean opened its mouth, swallowing him. He continued to fall, sinking deeper and deeper inside a history larger than life.

   It was an endless, dense blue of nameless particles, the incipient plasma of atoms and eons. The silence  surrounded him like a cocoon and his limbs slowly relaxed, as he kept floating into the  blue abyss.

   Was he still existing? He couldn’t say for sure and right now, the answer itself seemed senseless and futile. His mind reached out to his extremities, somewhere far, far away and he called them back, curling up into fetal position.He closed his eyes.

    The child was peacefully sleeping in the warm, calm waters of the womb, suckling his thumb. It was all quiet and peaceful in the point of singularity.

    The Universe was not born yet.

 

(Photo credit: via Poullo Occone, artist/FB)

SHE RAINS….

She is walking in the rain, barefooted and aimless, hands clutched on her umbrella. Devoid of love, her world has lost its boundaries. The grey, shimmering surface is stretching indefinitely. She walks the long boulevard that comes from nowhere only to keep running into the nothingness.

She keeps walking slowly, her pink toes splashing the sheen of water…She’s raining. Inside. A heavy rain is pouring inside-outside her, in a steady flow. Dripping from the edges of the umbrella, the bits and pieces of her soul are washing over her silently. She’s soaked in the incessant pain, she’s draped in a cloak of void. She walks and she rains…Her feet dip into a pool of rain and she stops for a moment, crouching over it. For à fraction of a moment she can glimpse in that tiny silver mirror a patch of blue sky inside herself.

She stares at that mirage of happiness while her petals of soul keep falling…drop by drop….drop by drop…reverberating in endless circles…