Burning Smile

A smile burns the pages and everything vanishes in vapour. As if the smile is crying the same time as it is burning the pages. It smiles, it burns and it cries simultaneously. Strange for a smile to be doing anything. The tears and the sparks of a single smile send a flood of fire and water.
Ripples ride through consciousness, leading to oblivion. Conscious and unconscious flooding the thoughts. Overburdened, all the memories become one, or none. The Past and the Future merge in one little dot. The dot of Now. Something immense filling just a millimetre dot. Something, that shouldn't be a dot. Tinny spot on a huge sheet of white paper. And it glows. It irradiates. Or it tries to. It changes its form. It is no longer a dot.
Smile becomes larger. Flood is no longer a mere flood. You cannot see anything any more. Fire, water, vapour, light coming from the new born star hurt my eyes all together, making me close my eyes and turn to the most significant part, the most silenced part of who I am.
Emotions, thoughts, the hurt, all the experience of those significant but passable events blend in that tinny dot of just now. It flows, it runs as cool water, it slides from one person's thought, one person's feeling into another's. It is consistent in its fluidness. It is consistent in its floodedness.
See it pass from one to another, stay with it and see how people change when it flows into them. See how they react to those events. It rolls, sweeps us over, trying to help us with the change, but stubborness gives resistance. Because stubborness is rooted deep within. And change means investing ourselves into overcoming the reluctancy to change.
Water runs till it is time for it to settle. And even when it has settled it doesn't stay placid but out on the surface.
Water runs till it is time for us to take a deep look in the pond of our own eye. And sends the ripple of change across to the very beginning of our own person. To the deepest, the blackest, the most hidden and treasured part of us, which we treasure to the point of never letting it out, never getting to know that most prominent part of our own existence that is neglected more than any other part of ourselves.
And you cry from within. And you scream from within in hope there is someone able to hear that cry without using one's ears.

You hope there is that someone who doesn't use his eyes to see.

You continue to hope.