Out of Time

Rapture. Instant self-provocation to a timeless form. Deliverance.Last moments of being apart from a moment in cause and effect. Doubt. Countless, evermore, countless entwined destinies martyred into one scape goat. Feline. Sober, ecstatic but yet heartfelt minorities.
Here he lay waiting after quite a time. He was alone, atlast. Atlast he could succumb to his behemoth of emotions. Something, stuck between his eye and the poisonous atmosphere beyond. Something, which he thought he could never bring into effect. But yes, he was here. The deliberate attempt to free himself from his hopes and fear would not be enough. Only time. Only if he had more time. He glanced to his left, a rather miniature him stood happily gaping over his giant leap of fate. The crystal materialized as it came out of his eye. He had nothing to do more. He wanted no more.