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FLOATING By Kevork Kalayjian It was light, like thin air a vague suspended state where everything could matter less or anything could matter more compared to others, distant, detached hazy others. But what mattered more, was this one person, this individual, who was not just one anymore, since she was composed of; her, me and the entire world together. Not together like in an alphabet soup, but rather like a beautiful collage of none prescription inclusions of very special feelings, sensitivities made of delicate sentimental mental states, specifically made for this utterly uplifting occasion, which should not be called an occasion because it is more of a preoccupation, an overgrowth of involvement, deprived and eager to conquer lost time and space, it stretches beyond the heart, empowers the mind, with thoughts beyond the acceptable and the imaginable, it ignites the soul, which now conquers memory, it propagates creativity, it harnesses imagination, it liberates dreams. Visions unfold on all the avenues, existence is transformed into a continuous flow of love. Like the flow of life, it grows from inside of you, to the outside, and from the outside world it comes in through all the windows, the eyes. The eyes are not just the organs to see, they are the fountains of truth, real friendship, warmth, sincerity, intimacy. They are the donors of passion, the receivers of fascinated feelings, the eyes are the givers of everything; goodness, virtue, volcanic dedication. What is this state, but floating in love? Flying in love? And it never ends because it has no climax, it's a prolonged state of suspended fulfillment. A sequence of pleasures with peaks that do not drop, they keep on and on, on higher plateaus, higher levels of understanding more delicate levels of feelings, an incredible sensory, sentimental perception. And when the moon shines with a full smile, it is the sign of a new beginning, with the confident awareness of the joys to share, the pleasures to reciprocate. What happens next? How does it all end? As soon as you ask that, you learn that it doesn't end, it simply isn't there anymore, it just disappears as if it didn't exist in the first place, and if you ask about it, they will tell you loud and clear, "We told you so, don't look for it, it doesn't exist, it only happens in movies and plays, it's only a dream." That's when you fall, and you realize that you had fallen in love, Or you had simply fallen. Then the celebration begins, pretending that it didn't hurt, you start to dance again, take chances again. Walk, swim and fly again, look in the mirror again, hum a tune ... again -- Kevork K. Kalayjian, Jr. A graduate of the AGBU's Melkonian Educational Institute, Nicosia, Cyprus, holds a B.A. in Political Science and Economics from Fairleigh Dickinson University, Rutherford, NJ, a M. Ed. Counseling Psychology, from WilliamPaterson University, Wayne, NJ, and CPA requirements completed at Pace University, NYC. Kevork resides in NY with his wife Maral, and three sons Aramazt, Tro, and Ohanes. A descendant of survivors of the Genocide from the town of Kilis, in the Cilician region of Armenia, an accountant by profession, he likes to paint and write. His next project is to collect the names of 100 volunteer Armenian-American families who would like to resettle in Armenia and jump-start a new way of work and life there. Some of his poems have been published in literary periodicals such as "Ararat" and at www.poetry.com.