Momentum
Maijs. 2., 2011 | 09:58 am
No:: her_crow
We walked among the humming beams of streetlights in an almost deserted part of city. It almost felt like we were the last people on earth, but then someone appeared from around the corner; he was wearing a nice coat and a scarf lined with tiny lines; his dull eyes reflected the tiny glow of his cigarette. He was completely, blindly drunk. He staggered past us, barely able to walk the pavement, and disappeared from our sight; the feeling was gone. The air was cold and it didn't feel like spring tonight. It did not matter.
Even though we were losing our warmth fast as we were sitting on the stone stair, the music of her breath made me forget about the cold. Her wave was conveyed to me with the movement of her chest, and I was amazed with the ease at which my mind translated it on the fly. It seemed like it was perfectly in sync with my own cadence; I thought of confluence and how our overlapping waves would create a perfect storm. I knew she was the perfect partner for it. Her mischievous smile proved it.
The pavement was sliding beneath me with insane speed. It rushed by like a blur when I looked at my moving feet. A river of stone. This was not so intense as it usually was in the haze of various substances, but I realized that my mind was now capable of producing this state of surreality at will. I kept on walking and decided that I felt the globe rolling beneath my feet; I felt the earth gain momentum from the force I applied with my steps. I was safe in my ignorance, because I did not know how fast the earth was actually rotating or traveling along its orbit; this magic was forever mine until I would find out the speed of earth's rotation. It was funny to experience happiness about my lack of knowledge.
I bumped into the door and held on to a wall so I would not stumble from the momentum I had created. I physically felt the intense movement in my vestibular system; it felt like I was standing on a swaying ship and the wall was slowly changing its position in space; it was already towering over me, as if about to crush me, so I held it in place with all my strength, trying to stop the rotation I had caused. I had to calm down and understand that these feelings were self-inflicted. After a moment of deep breathing it was gone. I had always thought it amazing, how easy it was to make your mind obey. I loved these moments of aftermath; I rejoiced in the knowledge that every feeling I felt was rich and intense.
Even though we were losing our warmth fast as we were sitting on the stone stair, the music of her breath made me forget about the cold. Her wave was conveyed to me with the movement of her chest, and I was amazed with the ease at which my mind translated it on the fly. It seemed like it was perfectly in sync with my own cadence; I thought of confluence and how our overlapping waves would create a perfect storm. I knew she was the perfect partner for it. Her mischievous smile proved it.
The pavement was sliding beneath me with insane speed. It rushed by like a blur when I looked at my moving feet. A river of stone. This was not so intense as it usually was in the haze of various substances, but I realized that my mind was now capable of producing this state of surreality at will. I kept on walking and decided that I felt the globe rolling beneath my feet; I felt the earth gain momentum from the force I applied with my steps. I was safe in my ignorance, because I did not know how fast the earth was actually rotating or traveling along its orbit; this magic was forever mine until I would find out the speed of earth's rotation. It was funny to experience happiness about my lack of knowledge.
I bumped into the door and held on to a wall so I would not stumble from the momentum I had created. I physically felt the intense movement in my vestibular system; it felt like I was standing on a swaying ship and the wall was slowly changing its position in space; it was already towering over me, as if about to crush me, so I held it in place with all my strength, trying to stop the rotation I had caused. I had to calm down and understand that these feelings were self-inflicted. After a moment of deep breathing it was gone. I had always thought it amazing, how easy it was to make your mind obey. I loved these moments of aftermath; I rejoiced in the knowledge that every feeling I felt was rich and intense.