I have forgotten your face and what you said.

Satellite Imagery

Fall down now. Fall down now before you get too high and when you fall then it would be too painful. Fall down now because the view from down here is different. Fall down now so you would be reachable. Fall down now.

Do you believe in good things that shine in smiles, or pitter patter like rain? These good things are mischievous, frolicking about unsuspiciously like the wind when suddenly they surprise you in numerous forms, like blue skies or insubstantial rainbows. You cannot fathom these things, they transcend beyond your understanding. When they come they come, and the best you can do is watch them do their magic.

About 490 years ago Leonardo Da Vinci did a (then considered heinous) crime of stealing corpses to dissect them. He cut them delicately, studying their intricate insides and labyrinth of muscle fibres. What seemed to be a massive contribution to science and art (his anatomical drawings) was actually mindless doodling he resolved to when his first objective - which was to find out where a human soul was stored and in what form - was obviously not achieved.

Quantum immortality promises long life through branches of infinite possibilities. Being only theoretically (or mathematically) plausible through tree diagrams; it is however comforting to know you chose the right person in a parallel universe (that is not necessarily literally parallel), nevermind the fact the aforementioned universe would never intersect with ours, given how it would collapse the moment you make the decision.

Labyrinth

She creeps. She walks. She falls. She cannot stand. She feels exposed. The world is looking. She shivers. The world is sneering. She tilts her head. The world is spinning. She squints. The world is too bright. She quivers. The world is talking. She turns away. She runs. She closes her eyes. She stands straight. She smiles. The world is gone. She sits. She hides. She is safe.

He has, like everyone, changed. In my mind he would always be like he was three years ago; aloof and distant. He used to think he never had anything to give; not even conversations. Click rewind to the first time I met him. He was a silent rebel; like me, he refused to join in the hypocrisy that was school. He glanced and I blinked; instant friendship. I guess in a lot of ways I had him waiting for me; for my feet to get back on the ground. I was too much in love with the sky, I did not see him waving back at me. Until of course it was too late, he has moved on. People say I made him speak, gave him voice. I say I made him speak, but not to me. As he crashes the wall separating himself and the world then; he fenced me out, depriving me of his smiles. Though now we are friends again; promises and late night phone conversations; I would always remember him this way; sighing on the ground waiting for me.