“He knows”, I thought.
I looked into his eyes and realised, we both know. There is nothing to say. He disappeared behind the closing doors of the subway.
Nothing happened before this time. Even though this time is gone. That is the only truth.
No words can describe this feeling. No images can translate what we see. The infinite cosmos flowing between our eyes.
We know a place. A place that is. A mysterious place, magically untouched. A truth that is only there when we consciously lose ourselves to be found in someone else’s eyes. A stranger to us.
We are one. He knows. I know. And we’ll continue our lives knowing, simply by not figuring it out. It’s beautiful.