Love and life

Love and life

A face shaped like a mirror, eyes dark and deeply disturbing, lips luring downwards. The path is shallow and steep, the darkness thickening and cold but the body keeps tumbling forward. No step back, no step below, only further up leading along a small funnel of light. Voices clear but foreign for as long as the body stays. Words are murmured among the mouth, the tongue is too intertwined and twisted to produce expressions that could be understood. Life fades away, crumbles to pieces while dreams and ideas revive the numbed soul. Fingers carve lines onto the face, sorrow imprints itself in flickering stains. Like a fish entangled in a net, the thoughts are buried inside traps. Soft touches leave long forgotten memories of comfort and understanding, broaden the mind only to become violent and evermore painful. Time dissolves into a neverending spiral of torments until a shadow evolves around the schemes and illusions. Truth and faith follow, reimagined in a forgiving, wholly accepting character that lends the last to help out and rescue. A saviour full of love. Waves of tears flush down the face, as the figure disappears in the ocean of schemes again. Only in the mind stays a vivid image, almost like a painting, recovered again as the shadow gives in completely. Embedded and encarved, beautifully conserved and cared for, so grows the bond between two figures equally wounded. Love deepens into a mutual understanding alighting the steep pathway that is called life, leading them on together, for a moment enclosed and freed from loneliness.