Continuation....

I want to be Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dali. He was not trapped in the depths of time and reality like the rest of humanity was... is. He took in Einstein's Theory Of Relativity that rethinks the rigidity of time and it's subsequent, man-imposed restraints. His world was built through insanity, yet, finding his own sanity inside him visible through his painting, photographs, sculptures and even his outer demeanor. I crave to be Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dali, though, not even he was his own person. His name "Salvador" was given to him by the belief that he was his brother reincarnated. In technicality he was his brother. Otherwise that, being Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dali or his brother would seem like a much better way to live.

I listened silently to the muffled rhythms of Aiden and Jaclyn, it was an obscure moment, little did they argue. I strained to hear the words of my brother, whose nature was calm and serene and only rarely did he raise his tone. Nor had i been used to Jaclyn's high pitched voice, though not as serene as my brother, she never had a reputation to argue with him.

"Mama?" Lily gurgled as she sat lazily on my lap. She used 'mama' to describe everything in her world, it was the only word she knew. Only this time did i know she actually referred to her mother, i nodded in silence. "Mama is talking to papa." I answered her as she stared at me with her brilliant blue eyes. She continued staring at me as if she expected more of an answer, discomfort bubbled in my chest. "What is it?" I cooed grabbing the remote that sat besides me, raising the volume until we were drenched with the chaos of I Love Lucy. After another moment of staring she lied her head against my chest and television silently.

"She's sleeping?" Aiden poked his head through my bedroom door. I looked up at him, his face calm without a wrinkle on his face. I nodded, "She fell asleep about an hour ago." I stared at the clock, it was nearly eleven. He walked in and closed the door behind him, he sat at the edge of the bed and sighed. "Where's Jackie?" I whispered, placing the baby on the bed. He rolled his eyes, as though annoyed, "She went to bed."