“…but the signs were our secret tongue.”

– Rushdie,Salman. The Satanic Verses

“Look! It’s a sign she said.” when the glass has slipped through
her delicate fingers and broke into a thousand pieces.
Pieces, each reflecting a billion possibilities of existence. 

The next minute, they laughed like it’s not important. Honestly, it was just a glass why would it be important? 

So, was breathing. Just a sip of oxygen… 

Humans were simply not designed to perceive the- well, everything and nothing. One does not know how to express this. Then again, one doesn’t know for a reason. Reason of no-reason. 

On the other hand, one knows how to express this;

As time passes by, we suffer.
Because it’s like experiencing the fall of that glass. Only in slow motion. You feel the pressure of this very fall in such magnitude, that It’s almost inevitable not to sense you will soon shatter into a billion pieces. 

But! The pressure is not the reason why you feel so much pain. It’s knowing the fact that soon what you perceive as “you” will turn to dust, and somehow it feels like forever. Almost as if you wish, for it to be forever. Only, you know that it’s not.

…and you DON’T know, When?

You see,

It’s not about what you know that drives you mad. It’s always what you don’t know. Hence, the signs became our secret tongue. Until you forgot all about ‘em. And this is the story of how I got mad.  Because I chose to forget, for a simpler life. 

I did eventually get what I want. I learned to talk and walk… 

Walking was the hardest let me tell you.