And then suddenly the future is upon you...

I honestly didn't see it coming. No slight twinges in my psyche to warn me of the impending shock of the present being so ominously here. With the added thickness of the future stuffed inside; hiding like a virus to infect when the host lets down its guard.

So here I am. No added flavours or colours. Just me. Pure unadalterated psyche, soul, mind and body. (As if they're disconnected in any way.) Might be easier if you could adjust them seperately like ingredients in a recipe. More soul. Less psyche. Put the mind on the back burner and let the body marinate overnight. Presto, a whole new you.

Now that the future is behind me...

The clarity of it strikes me with unexpected violence. No clues surrendered, no warnings issued.

People move around me as if they were single celled entities. Singleness of purpose. The impossibility of another understanding my state of being as they bounce about me in a caustic rush of senses appals me. And I envy them.

We spoke for hours in an attempt to understand each other. Ridiculous really. No one ever gives away enough for the words to truly mean anything. The reflection of my face in the water hides the depth and danger of the place beneath. A shadow game.

You said this was a significant step for us. The creation of a solid bond. I see tiny threads flowing out around me. Each one a different colour and thickness. You've grabbed the ends of a few in your hand and hold them like the strings of so many weightless balloons. Tethered. Jerking them to maintain your control. Violently they snap, these threads, these vibrant connectors. The thicker ones holding out longer, but inevitably broken. They are threads which should never be held. Are almost painful to the touch.

Frayed ends buffet in the wind. Take care. Don't touch. Stay away.

Floating is a wonderful feeling. Senseless. Touching nothing.