The Man Who Fell in the Wishing Well

I fell awkwardly. I looked above the beautiful sky and night exchange a dance in a narrower and narrower circle. I saw the particles and the waves of light bouncing off each other. The walls making me fell unique in my descent, towards the darkness of invention, the darkness of creation. I fear you will not be there to join me despite the sky above reminding me of the beautiful things I could have had, I could have seen. Seek me not as I disappear into a world of attempts, failures and bursts of joy. Seek my ideas and what I stand for because I will hear those cries from afar, breaching through the walls of particles and waves, rippling like magma down the tunnel of dreams. Those dreams we have at night, in the dark, in the pitch black of our sense.

I fell down to the infinite, almost close to be the only one there. A singular individual in his infinite being. It is blissful in the solitude of this descent who nobody knows where it will lead to, nobody cares where it exists through space and time. I could see you or miss you forever because in the act of falling I feel the speed increasing, the air brushing my face, the risks multiplying, the ideas blossoming, all in an instant and all forever. Time slips away, out of my body, and flows down this narrow drain of wasted life. Escape is what I look for. For me, for you, for others. A leap away from the world stuck in time, frozen into a linear fashion where the horizon gloomily stares at you, as it devours the sun of all its life, as it waits for you to slow down and stop in pain. Pain to have missed you once and forever. Pain to have missed the chance to jump off. Down the path of faded moons. Down the path of reflected ideas. Down the wishing well. To the bottomless cup of an ocean of dream where nothing stands, nothing lives, nothing dies.

It is blissful to get there, take the journey through infinity, never to leave, never to arrive. For if leaving is dying, why our departures would have to be painful? Why time would bind us on this linear trajectory full of disdain and bitterness. I want to come out of the wishing well at the bottom of it, where I heard the flowers smell of happiness, where the breeze is as light as love, where you and me are one and the same. Where you and my dreams are one and the same. Where I could live and die forever. In one singular moment. In one perfect moment. Down the narrow tunnel of particles and waves. Down the essence of being. Wishing for the stars in the sky to light the way where the dark awaits and the brightness of life whispers words of encouragement.