Jul 2014
Death; the action or fact of dying or being murdered. 56 million deaths per year, 153,000 per day, 106 per minuet, 1.78 per second. We were alive, the moment was living within us, to my left, to your right.
All day it rained on and off. The sky poured down upon us, eyes open wide, we could see the ground below our feet, we could feel the puddles underneath the car tires, aware that we were going to endure a splash, unaware that as soon as the earth rotated from dawn to dusk, darkness would engage every source of knowledge we were built to hold, erasing street lights, taking away the ability to see what was ahead of us before it was places behind us.
Switching from daylight to midnight nation. Bound by nothing but latitude and longitude, existing side by side but falling short of knowing each other.
There is an ongoing myth that beeping the horn of your car while driving through a tunnel is supposed to bring you good luck. There is an ongoing thought of witnessing every relationship that makes up your social life, ending at the exact same time. Everyone says that when they are faced with what seems to be the end, the only thing they can think of is "what's the last thing I said to mom and dad?"
But my mind told me to look over at the man sitting to my left. My mind told me to put my hands on his thigh and watch in amazement as his hands held onto not me but, the wheel that would eventually steer us into a cement wall or wrap us around a light post. And when our eyes met, my mind reminded me of the first time I looked into those beautiful sockets of wonder and how I knew from that second on, you would always be on my left because the world didn't think we were right but you never left and I always stayed right, for you.
As the puddle overtook us as the deadliest tsunami in history overtook japan in 2004, I wasn't scared. I looked to you and I didn't shake with fear because I knew my mother wouldn't be upset that how much I'd miss her when I'm gone, wasn't the last thing to cross my mind because at heart, she'd know that when I left, I left in love, I left sitting right next to my conscious, my hope, desire, my object of affection. I left being adorn by the eyes of the only person she knew could ever love me more than herself. She would give a sigh of relief at the sight of the crash, looking up, knowing that I left her world and became completely indulged in yours, knowing that if I ever lost myself, I could lose you too.
And you are like lab coat; to the outside world, so mysterious but to me, I know every part of you, I can stick my hand in every pocket and each button tells a different story. You keep me warm and cool me down. You protect me when I drape you over my body and I protect you when I take you off inside of my house; you are home.
In those thirteen seconds, we were welcomed with the opportunity to witness the destruction, the permanent end of something. We were greeted by death, the end of life, the beginning of living.
-S. Mia
July 16, 2014
All day it rained on and off. The sky poured down upon us, eyes open wide, we could see the ground below our feet, we could feel the puddles underneath the car tires, aware that we were going to endure a splash, unaware that as soon as the earth rotated from dawn to dusk, darkness would engage every source of knowledge we were built to hold, erasing street lights, taking away the ability to see what was ahead of us before it was places behind us.
Switching from daylight to midnight nation. Bound by nothing but latitude and longitude, existing side by side but falling short of knowing each other.
There is an ongoing myth that beeping the horn of your car while driving through a tunnel is supposed to bring you good luck. There is an ongoing thought of witnessing every relationship that makes up your social life, ending at the exact same time. Everyone says that when they are faced with what seems to be the end, the only thing they can think of is "what's the last thing I said to mom and dad?"
But my mind told me to look over at the man sitting to my left. My mind told me to put my hands on his thigh and watch in amazement as his hands held onto not me but, the wheel that would eventually steer us into a cement wall or wrap us around a light post. And when our eyes met, my mind reminded me of the first time I looked into those beautiful sockets of wonder and how I knew from that second on, you would always be on my left because the world didn't think we were right but you never left and I always stayed right, for you.
As the puddle overtook us as the deadliest tsunami in history overtook japan in 2004, I wasn't scared. I looked to you and I didn't shake with fear because I knew my mother wouldn't be upset that how much I'd miss her when I'm gone, wasn't the last thing to cross my mind because at heart, she'd know that when I left, I left in love, I left sitting right next to my conscious, my hope, desire, my object of affection. I left being adorn by the eyes of the only person she knew could ever love me more than herself. She would give a sigh of relief at the sight of the crash, looking up, knowing that I left her world and became completely indulged in yours, knowing that if I ever lost myself, I could lose you too.
And you are like lab coat; to the outside world, so mysterious but to me, I know every part of you, I can stick my hand in every pocket and each button tells a different story. You keep me warm and cool me down. You protect me when I drape you over my body and I protect you when I take you off inside of my house; you are home.
In those thirteen seconds, we were welcomed with the opportunity to witness the destruction, the permanent end of something. We were greeted by death, the end of life, the beginning of living.
-S. Mia
July 16, 2014
