What we are is Madness

There are so many questions that remain unanswered, but what good are answers?

They will only shatter the ecstasy, the excitement of every sudden meet-ups, and popped-up conversations. They are mere bumps on the road as we go for a drive. Let us just live for the moment. That moment…

Your hands on the wheel and I, watching, wholeheartedly consenting to be taken… driven mad. Yes. What we are is madness. That tincture of insanity I hold onto when this world of towering gray slabs and jet asphalt eats me alive. That noise when the silence is unbearably deafening. What we have is madness. It is out of control. That gravity pulls us to earth is natural. You and I pulling toward each other is inevitable, inexorable, ADAMANTINE.

As man defied gravity with aircrafts that intermittently fly me away, we defy mundanity of living. What is irregular is romantic. What is spontaneous is beautiful, in all the sense of the word. What to others are illusions, sheer Hollywood fiction, to us is reality. We are what we are at that moment. Whenever that is, wherever that is. Just because you were there declaring how cold and sweet-smelling the air is, while I “smoke”, feeling all sensations heighten. Just because we were moving our heads at the same rhythm as the music playing loudly in the background. Just because we are there, together.

We live at that moment. We embrace what is and nothing else. Perhaps we also love…