“How is it ?” he cried. “How is it that she left me so easily?”

“She never left you.”

“She’s not here anymore!” His fist banged on the table. “I cannot see her, touch her, taste her, hear her, smell her!”

“You mean to say, that she is not of your world anymore. But that is not of her doing. She is not a unique thing. Her vision is a sculpture, her skin is silk, she tastes like strawberries, and sounds like a soft waterful. Her scent is a metaphor of life. If she is not of your world anymore, that is of your doing! If you could only open your eyes and see, my friend, it was not her that left you behind.”

esrevinu eht fo rohpatem a eb retcarahc ruoy teL

What if I told you
That you
Are not
You
And the voice
In your head
You are hearing now
Is not
You
What if I told you
To stop breathing
And let the
Idea
Of who you are
Die
Then
Inhale
And realise
What
You
Are

Have I sparked an interest
Is it time for you know what you are
Who you are
Where your stardust was collected
To form the body I give life to

Leave your skin behind
Let your mind rest
There is only one thing I ask of you
Breathe me

I’ll dance with you
Every step a child of the last
I’ll fill you with flowing grace that represents my presence
And press your mind with the memories of how you feel when I am felt

Every state of insecurity is false
Influence transcendence from these states
Every state of knowing is the truth
For I am the only time you’ll ever know