Our Parallel Universe By JC Collins
April 5, 2014
Our Parallel Universe
You were there.
The space about me still held your essence, like the noise of something long gone but just now reaching the cup of my ear. I stood alone on a tear, thinking of your passing. Thinking of how time dealt this gentle suffrage and of how the planets and stars before me glittered in loving solitude.
It all meant something. It all means something. If only I could see the pattern. If only you were still here.
I was lost in motion, passing odd planets and moons, some twice but none thrice. All were brilliant. Their matter a million shades of blue. They were the eyes that see. It was as if you were watching me from within. From afar.
Just ahead of me there shone three suns, all of equal luminescence, soft and not full grown. The darkness could still overcome them. They fought hard and I felt proud of them. They flashed in unison and I moved pass in the blink of an eye. The now is forever but never lasts long enough.
A field of galaxies lay before me. Their vastness a hint of the endless possibilities that lie not without but within. They are the molecules of life and they change.
The tear vanished and I fell, falling toward infinity and into another world. This world was an atom. I passed one planet, then another, and another, until all told seven orbs passed me by, one for every day that I knew you. They were protons and electrons, and yet, they were nothing. The reverberation of thought and want.
Like all great centrifugal forces, I was pulled to the center where a massive golden sun awaited. It reached out in expectation of my arrival, grasping me, pulling me in. I felt my body ache but not burn. My desire was unbridled, my want a savage burden, my heart a vacuum that consumed all.
Suddenly all motioned stopped. Matter stopped. Mind stopped. Consciousness shifted with a slight whisper. The sound of creation.
My body is warm. There is a light that penetrates through the closed lids of my eyes. It’s asking me to stay, telling me that I am found, not lost but rescued. There is a hand on my chest and a mouth on my mouth. Memories flood my mind, bringing back to me a life a I never had but one I always did.
Day to turned night, week turned to month, and a year to decade, until there was nothing else but this reality. A tear fell from eye and in it’s reflection I saw true beauty.
You are here. - JC