The blue line

I stood over the edge overlooking the bay. I flew in a straight line while being astounded by my understanding of nothingness around me. For a million years, it all existed in some form and for a million years shall it all exist in a similar, but different form, adapted to the then future time. Do we walk beside time? Or through…time? Why the drunkenness? Why noise louder than thoughts to momentarily float? To momentarily reach a state of temporary false ecstasy? An orgasm? Isn’t it all in float? Am I not floating right now? Conspicuously looking out for our own skin… in search of acceptance by others… to belong. Isn’t the universe accepting of me? Am I not accepting of my self? Is my self not converging with the universe? Not because I have been made to smile by another, or because I feel loved, not even because I love endlessly and foolishly, or because I try to do good, but just because I am here? Am I not converging every moment I am here? Isn’t it the highest form of happiness? I close my eyes. I dream of peace and happiness. A tear rolls down my cheek and settles on my lips. A second tear rolls down, and stops flowing between my neck and my chest.