Awakened

And he touched, at the first touch he could feel the world screaming in agony, as if was a human. This was the first contact with the unknown, the unbearable, the unspeakable, and at the same time it was disturbing and depressing was a orgy of joy feel that emotions so intensively in his skin.
The world will never be the same, the change is forever, when we are outside of the flow, we can’t go back to the flow. But even in the glimpse/initial principle of this new state of conscience one question cross his mind: How anyone will ever believe me. The only thing he has is his experience, no proof. But the possibilities are endless, the world is his personal garden and he want to be a good gardener.
Going back to the reality, he stomps on the floor, with “back” that in some way sound different then any other “back” he have ever listened. In front of him, the exquisite man was standing with a melancholic expression.
“You should not be desperate, the world need people like us, they like or not”.
“What are people like us? “ he said kind of mumbling.
“We are the ones that change”
Of course this doesn’t mean anything to him, what he knows?
And the thoughts was still floating above his heads like they wasn’t part of his mind. “Could I be crazy, finally mine repeatedly disturbs of personality have take control?” “The reality wasn’t always like that? Before I have a different imaging of things?”
“Could I just die and avoid this decision, the decision of what is real or not?”
Suddenly the air explodes in light, a undesirable light, something that look like all the colors in the rainbow and at same time separated from what was bearable to see in this existence. The light surround the man, and he sleeps…