He says: ‘there has to be more than this’.
I open my eyes, rays of light fall through the window, illuminating his face. A car passes, birds sing. I see his breath, listen to his voice. A multitude of colours light this room, silence is painted on the wall.
How could this infinite wealth not be enough, what is missing?
Money, would that still this longing? Or a life without sorrow and complex emotions? Would that deepen our connection when we meet?
My brain is clueless, my heart beats, my eyes blink. Should there really be more than this?