The Third Eye

It’s been 29 weeks since we got stuck at this Island and 06 days. Yes, 06 days more. I never imagined how hard it can get to be with her, if it is only her and me. Even though we have been together since the first clock in the world ticked its first second. Yet, it took 29 weeks and 06 days on the deserted Island to understand how similar yet different we were. Our similarities collided with gigantic force and our differences were laid bare.

Me and her, the real and the reflection.

The Island has brought the past, present and future together in a way, as one folds a piece of paper and brings all the four corners together overlapping each other.

It is a place where time and life don’t walk hand in hand. One watches at a standstill while the other separates its ways and moves on. It is a dimension where gravity and air pressure cancel each other, null and void and the laws of physics are defied to create a possibility of exaltation, a state of floating between the gone, occurring and that what is to come.

It is where we are the spectators and we are the spectacle.

Most of the time, we sit at the beach and stare at the horizon, establishing a contact with the sun, the moon and the clouds; a relation of silent conversations, some disagreements, arguments, persuasion and agreements.

The battle between hope and disappointment is as constant as the cycle of night and day, one succeeds the other. 

We have started to realize that the world we lived in began here; it is here that it grew older and it is here that it will end to give birth to a new beginning. Beginning; the purest of all phenomena, sinless like an infant.