Senses and Sensibility

"There’s no such a place as Insanity" - said a young man with grey hair.

He gave me a short sad smile of his green eyes.

They were kind and wise. There was something ancient in his look.

All of a sudden the strange feeling as if I’d knоwn him struck me.

The cold feverish feeling evoked and started climbing up my spine.

The kaleidoscope of distant recollections started knocking my mental door.

I looked into his eyes. They were green and bottomless.

It was a silent dialogue of two souls separated long, long ago.

The words were of no use. The Globe ceased rotating, the Time loosed its grip on us.

- Matthew - I smiled  - You must be Matthew.

- There’s no such a place as insanity - he smiled back - I’m a valid prove of it

- How long haven’t we seen each other since I launched my Journey?

- Seven years or seven centuries, I don’t know exactly"

- Doesn’t matter. You told me that time-and-space is only the illusion trying to capture

the feverish psych.

He released the blue n’ green flame of his eyes on me and gently stroked my hand.

- There’s no such a place as Insanity - we whispered synchronically and vanished into

another Dream of Butterfly...


© Валентин Лученко