“Can I read your mind?”
“How will you?”
“I’ll get on your nerves.” I smiled. “I’ll get on your nerves and I’ll intercept your neuron impulses.”
“Haha. You sound sweet. When you talk like it is possible.”
“It is.” I shuffled a little, crammed closer. So that I could almost breathe what you exhaled…so close.
Poof!
“Ho. Ho. Ho. Where are you Mister? Vanished like a puff of smoke. Where are you? Where the fuck are you?” How you screamed.
I have become the size of a bug. I have entered you. I crawl beneath your skin. I am on my way to read your mind. And I shall. Intercept the neuron impulses, the information packets which are scooting right in front of me now. There are so many of them. Helter skelter they go. Have to catch one of them. Phaattaakk. I slapped my palms together. But impulses aren’t any mosquitoes.
“No this can’t be.” I am amused when you sound scared.
I clung on to the inner walls of your desires and treaded on. Presently, I stood facing the towering spiral of your soul. I had to cross it and access the password to your brain box.
Some mountains are never too impossible to scale.
Just expressions, not words escaped me when I did.
The neuron impulses, they converse, they clash, they cultivate. Your brain box shimmers like the commercial breaks.
A massive disco light for a brain hung loose transmitting scattered impulses in each direction. The light balls, they travelled faster than light. Multi-coloured dreams zipped past in hurry, too hurried even to exchange a few words.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa.” You kicked your legs mid-air. “There’s something in my ears. There is something in thereeee.”…. “Taaaaakkkke it out,” you frantically repeated your orders twice.
My reverie broke.
For the first time in my life, I put my fingers inside your ears and dragged the intruder out.
Some intruders are happy intruding.
Perverse. Is it?
