Shadow of Dionysus
10/02/2010She is keeping still while slowly immersing herself in that moment in time. This is the first time she has ever seen him and it felt forthcoming yet unknown.
She looks at him in the minute isolation of time and space, a neither here nor there feeling. He was standing in a distance from her but this doesn’t matter – space has lost its sense of dimensions to her. She exists, he exists. He seems to her as if he was the only thing moving and this matters – time lost its reality and relevance to her. She is losing grasp of history, she is meaningless now. History has emptied itself of her. She shifts unconsciously as if she was an inanimate object, moved only by a force not of her own.
She suddenly feels a radiance of warmth alien to her. She doesn’t know what it is, but it is warm. It is as if feelings have become very basic now. Sparks of paradox emanate from the man. She feeds on them instinctively. With each spark a multitude of wonder flourishes like an endless chain of questions and answers. She wants to know … she wants know. She already knows. How she longs to collapse into herself. Or maybe onto him, where the eternity of herself can unravel. She is pulled by all her senses … all seemingly chained to him.
In that moment of intense inward reverberation her reasons undress themselves in a surge of longing and desire. Chaos echoes from the innermost depths of her existence … the source of her questions. The crashing and thrashing transcend all things beautiful. She is almost gone now, only crumpling into another form … curling inward … like a question mark.
ARGH.
In an instant, she can feel the blistering and burning sensation. Like an instantaneous piercing of the flesh. A rush of pain to the brain. She unfolds outward, once again occupying space and time. She uncoils … uncurls … expanding into the vastness but occupying very little at the same time. A slap to the face! An insult! A heartbreak! The cold feeling of the platinum on her finger. Her wedding ring.
It was beautiful music – followed by a violent scene. This violent scene is the most beautiful thing she will ever get to see.
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