i stand in suspenseful emergency.

my surroundings move around in fast-forward. Or I am the one in slow-motion.

circles and lines and curves in light, like meteors around my personal little world, all possible sounds at the same time… all together they create a unique scream, a loud whisper so loud it obfuscates directions and wavelengths. It creates texture I can feel. Warm… with spikes of ice against my skin, like a million micro needles poking me.

faces, people, objects, man made, natural… all of it is a long infinite blur of colour, circulating in marvellous swirls, delicate motions not unlike having hands and fingers in an embrace during a slow dance.

i doubt real. i doubt truth. i doubt everything.

except this.

this… immeasurable sense of stay, of home, perhaps, of belonging - even if at different speed.

i wish I could pause time.

if I was queen of time I would pause right before lips touch for a kiss. right then.

and it all would swirl faster around with lights becoming dim and the stars in the sky starting to shine brighter and brighter and brighter

until the day begins.

again.