I am connected to him; an invisible cord run through my back and vanish in thin air and somewhere, somehow it is attached

to him. I can feel his movement, his regrets, his sane thoughts, and his maniacal impulses. A sudden hit, a sudden shock to him; I feel it. It is nauseating and yet insanely wild. Cold breeze bellows, racking the leaves all around, a chill emanates from within and it is all clear. It is a purposeful existence; one that was foretold eons ago, a shadowy past, a sorrowful present and all along, a revealing future. We have moved through time with same existence; a transmission through cord, sending signals with visions of dazzling dizziness. A nomadic life we led, together, with each passing year and yet, we couldnt do, what was needed to be done and somehow, through passing time, we forgot it all. We succumbed to backdrop. The cord is pulled and connection is made again, sense is returned and purpose is all purpose again. Half eaten apple fall down, but a body fell down before itwe remember the beginning. We vanish and we found ourselves on a ship with tempest rocking the ship to a point of breaking it. Animals shrieks can be heard distantly amidst the bellowing storm. A monkey and a dove appear and vanish in the shadow. The scene changes as the cord is pulled again. Light breeze touches our faces as we move through the grove reaching a glade with moonlight shedding though leaves. A man sits there, humming, and beside him sits the dove and a monkey, listening intently. Suddenly, two pillars appear from beneath and dove is transformed to a moon and the monkey to a sun and they get itched in the pillars as engravings. A younger man of same resemblance sit where his older sat but besides him sits a woman. They looked at each other, she moves towards him, extending a hand, their finger almost touching and yet.the cord is pulled again.!!!!!!!!!!!