You and I?

Kyn why don’t you understand! It’s simple you see, eh? I’ll repeat-

You are standing on the podium, and I am sitting on the chair.

“but I don’t understand enough. What do you mean by- You are standing and I am sitting?” Kyn blinked innocently.

What do I mean by- what do you mean by this? Are you mentally sound? It’s so normal, I’m afraid you should go see the doctor.

No, you say? Then why act so innocent? Don’t play around. I don’t have patience to deal with your little games.

“I’m serious Ony! Explain it to me”

Explain what? Last time I say, You, yes, you, are standing on the podium and I- I am sitting on the chair.

Kyn shook his head and muttered for the thousandth time that he doesn’t comprehend. I’m pretty sure he is either getting ready for a movie audition or for the mental hospital. Either possibility felt equally daunting.

“You are, I am; aren’t you tired?”

Tired of what?

“You and I, aren’t you tired of ‘you and I’?”

Tired of…wha-why- would I be tired of ‘you and I’?

“This entire act of ‘you and I’ that we perform, why segregate you and I? do they even exist? Have you been blinded? Can’t you see above the veils of flesh and skin? Remove the lens. Clean your eyes. Here this water may help” Kyn handed me a bottle.

And instead of opening my eyes, I closed them shut.

For the truth resides within, open eyes will see figures, closed will reach to the souls.

Now, I can see clearly. I poured the water over the line between you and I, slowly blurring the chalk, until the board blackened again. The chalk residue settled on the surface, and there remained nothing.

The distinction disappeared out of existence- distinction? between who?

And I stared at the black board with closed eyes.

There remained nothing.

Nothing.

.

Nothing on the board.

— C.G.