IT IS STILL SOARING

We are swimming with the eyes directed forwards.
To the nothing or to the everything.
We don't have to know. Because nothing and everything will be the same at the end.
We see only what we want to see, nothing else. We do only what we want to do. Nothing is impossible. What's impossible?
We borrow two pair of wings from the gulls, give them a real smile.
I ask you in the air if you like earth now, if you are feeling but you answer, not yet.
I can't read you.
I fly in front of you and lead you down to a water swirl. We spin downwards, the wings detach and flows slowly upwards.
We keep downhill but reach no down, there is no bottom.
You are spinning closer me. I can almost reach you. You smile.
Take your eyes and put them in my, for a second. You have to see youself one time without a mirror.
Now it's my turn.
I open my face so you can see me and touch me without a superficial skin.
Do you like your honey girl? I hope you remember me.
We never stop spinning but everything nothing is so still and quiet.
The silence sits in my head and create the maximum tone i've ever heard.
It is a spinning scream wich pulling me into uncountable pieces. I smile.
My pieces is everywhere. Everything is life and I can see from all my sources the gold honey swirl in the blue water with the "piece girl" and you who cry of happiness.
You can see all my life now, my own story.
I know that nobody can persuade you to come up again to the possibility.
You feel earth and all the things here.
I am looking at you all the time and I can see when you take your face off and you are throwing it away.
We are in one now. We are nothing and everything. I can read you.
We saw it together. It was so real and unreal.
Our red, pounding stones in the chest was the only part from the hole us wich havn't been cut. They floated in the honey.