“… and the world’s a giant-big flower that needs to be kissed” I stand there, trembling. It is so funny. The absurdity makes me weep. My eyes are locked unto the mirror; the funny Mirror. I caress my neck and uncurl my hair, I weep more. My hair is in italics, my neck oh-so warm.
I have simple dreams. Will you believe me? I wish to lick the marrow in my bones and feel my own shadow. There’s something laughable about this. Is there not? And then I hear Kingsley scream ‘We’ve all been muted anyway!’ He’s so funny.
He runs towards me.
Kingsley sprints like a child, a madman, ‘Baby, you oscillate between reality and dreams’
Kingsley sprawls besides me. He sees me see the mirror. I am so lost. Eyes wide open, he breathes my hair. And then he whispers into my soul. ‘You’re made of passwords.’
He shakes up and runs again. What a silly man!
I stare at his back. What a fine-rugged manly back. He shouts from a distance and it’s hard to decipher. ‘Your soul needs to be hacked. But there aren’t many good hackers around’
I come closer and my breathe fogs the mirror, I see myself fading. I am blurred, I feel blurred. But then I smile.
I move out into the panoramic garden, and I pluck out a giant-big flower. You do know what I do next right? Kiss.