The comet.

You stand in the corner,
taking big swigs of your drink, the burning taste of alcohol usually helps.
You concentrate on the feeling of the drink sliding down your throat and setting in your stomach.
You do this every night,
same faces around you, same feelings inside you,
The familiarity of it makes you somehow safe. you're inside a mansion where you know every corner, every brick and every stone.
and you know that there is no room for anything other than what you already have in the cracks.
your own world is saturated with numbness.
little did you know that it was a thin bubble.
it all took was less than a stick of a needle,
it was her eyes.
a swift glance into a pair of eyes.
that's all.

you saw her everyday, a streak of color in a portrait you know, it never drew your attention,
but now she looks like her own color,
her own portrait,
how come you never saw her before? you wonder as you pay attention to every gesture she makes. to her loud laugh, and how she bites her lips before talking,
for some reason you get the urge to go there and talk to her, but you shrug it off.

but she comes your way (maybe she caught you staring)
walking slowly, taking her time with every step, as if she's doing it deliberately to give you time to flee.
but your feet are part of the floor now. you can't move.
she smiles shyly at you, you smile in return,
probably that's when it all started.
you stand silently for a little way, somehow, her presence sharpens your senses,
you're more aware of your surroundings, of the music playing,
you start talking to her,
words come out of your mind without measuring, you're not the calculated cautious person you are anymore,
(you're more aware of the tune of your voice, of the smell of your breath)
you fiddle with your fingers as you speak,
and she listens, really listens.

You talk further more, for days and nights later,
for minutes and hours,
it's been a while since you first met her,
and now you realize it's not her eyes, but the way she gazes and looks at everything, like she's paying attention and trying to understand.
it's not her mouth, but the kindness of her words.
it's her.
Something about her makes you want to tear that mansion down,
and here comes a feeling you thought you forgot.
She makes your heart accelerate without a word, when you didn't want it to beat it at all.
 
You finally feel alive, after walking around like a corpse for years.
after you knew her, you knew what fear of loss is,
you knew the danger in what you're doing, the risk you're taking,
you knew the rush and excitement of closeness.
you know now what you feel,
you can't place it quite right yet, but deep down in your heart you have a certain feeling, just for her.

Like a luminary that you never saw before,
she passed like a thread of silver light in a hurry through the night,
you felt life pump into your veins and started running towards it.
for once in your life you were running toward something instead of running away.
She gave you what you thought you lost forever.
at that moment you witnessed the moment of reincarnation,
the rebirth of your dead emotions.

it was a matter of seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.
in this little infinite forever,
You felt it all.
with her, and because of her.