The Time Machine.

It's not done yet! Just what I have so far. haha

I was taken back to a cold October night, years ago. Where the fight or flight response was completely wiped from my recollection. With a machine of silver slander, and grey grace I motion that night in liquid sequence. In slow, full floating steps; ghosts of the present memory.

It wasn't psychedelic transformation, just a capsulized vessel representing that there is no past, present, or future in a realistic sense.

I'm living in the elegance of the environment, and breathing the way you looked, smelled, and tasted. I'm transcending touch, and delving deep inside your mind. I'm seeing your thoughts through a paralleled world, a universe guided by pure faith and fear. Dark matter. After all this time, removed from my impartial stature I was able to comprehend you now.

Physicality and reality mesh into one: I'm reliving a memory in this machine. Experiencing you again, exploring what I never could before. 

I walk into your chest, stand at the edge of your heart; looking over and seeing purple darkness, with abrupt hues of dark blue longing. Your hurt is visible, it's in your bones.

I pull myself out of feeling and place my feet in front of you. The temperature dropped as heartbeats raced. I made that kiss last like it had life. Evaluated and memorized the creases. Measured the pressure of perfection of your lips. Down to it's core. 

We were the vocal point, the epicenter, and the eye of some great storm. 

Reviews

[Robin]

this is an amazing piece of writing , you are touching places of connection that reside deep within each other, your descriptive technique is immersive and felt within ..