Traveling through life

Almost mid-July and nothing posted yet. How come?

The days are going by at an accelerated pace, so much so that I can hardly breathe. The feeling of being in love implies that every second that you spend in your life suddenly becomes overly precious, each laughter inestimable, each conversation priceless, each kiss exquisite. It also means that these moments of incalculable worth may stop all of a sudden now that you have acknowledged that your life has swapped into another dimension.

I understand Antish when I see tears filling his eyes when we talk. I have been there too when I was younger, so I will not try to reason him and ask him not to feel the way he is feeling. On the contrary, he has 'only one heart in one body in one life', an organ which is meant to be stretched and squeezed and burst, a piece of himself meant to express itself as an own entity.

Days may go by, not their vibrancy. We are surrounded by an aura which leads us both towards white nights where we go to lose ourselves. Nothing matters there, neither the unfolding of landscapes, nor the sounds of ambient music. I like that we travel through our existence, dancing to life's own tunes and feeling the invisible presence of the only thing that stands out; irrepressible love.

Last night life had the taste of that warm cinnamon&apple pie that we ate, it shone as brightly as the far away lights that we saw from Les Mariannes, it sounded like the Nazia Hassan song that we sung in my car from Trou aux Cerfs to Vacoas, last night life took the shape of his curves and exuded the flavor of his skin after we made out. Last night another miracle shook our world.