threshold people

I meet you where the world falls away. It’s quiet here but it might as well be deafening.  In this vast place your words lose their meaning. What matters here is this moment of connection. Our feelings don’t count either. Who knows what they are anyway? Feelings are often indescribable colors bleeding into one another. Fresh wounds, old scars, consoling embraces—none of that matters. We’re here now. We’re in this world where everything falls away—except our connection. It’s only here where we see each other with a sight beyond what our eyes provide. Nothing else gets in the way. I wish we could stay here, but we’re not allowed. Time is warped here but the world can only fall away for a moment. Distractions will flood back in, and we will return to the normal world of details. For now, let’s see only that thing that keeps us connected.