His mouth are standing in the line to the Gate. The hunger is dropping on the floor, surrounded by the awkward silence of the similar mouths. Waiting.
The queue is moving. Slowly.
He’s trying to practice on the way to the doors, shamelessly biting the fingernails between the moments of fear. He is across the chair. He is next. Is it the fire? Yeah, the fuckin’ fire.
‘Really, Jason? I never knew you thought of me that way,’ – she is touching his hand.
He is blushing. The sound of the name on her tongue!
He is trying to suppress a smile, like a sheep, but …
“Well, here you go,” – she is pushing him down.
Oh crap, am I here? The Earth? No, God, Noooo…
I screamed inside of my head. I was born. Again.
Living in Sweden. Awesome. Happy. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Painting. Meditation/Yoga. I love my life.
"It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters" A. Ray