Speaking of Death

I’m falling at last. I instantly felt the rush of wind on my face. Wonderful. It carried the tears that flowed freely from my eyes. You were the last thing on my mind before I jumped. I tried to hold on to a picture of your face but it’s like holding on to my tears. So I waited for the sound of death instead. My bones would break along with my heart.

Words are weapons we use to either kill or heal each other. A string of words could hurt us, or worse, give us a scar. We die everyday.

But the sound never came. No sickening crunch, no blood, nothing. Maybe I died? Then it really is a painful death. I wiped on my pillow the tears that streamed on my face.

My heart and I

"Do you love me?"

It's never easy to fathom the musings of the heart. The torrent of questions and decisions will simply amaze you--it's easy to lose your way. Yes, several or most of the time, you will find yourself lost, or facing a dead end. There are many who came before you, hasty and reckless about their decisions. If I'm not mistaken, up to this moment, they are still groping for answers that are staring at them in the face. It's wise to contemplate and retrace your steps. Place landmarks if you will. But never give up--you know I am waiting. At the very heart of the maze is the one thing you've been looking for--true love.

In my heart, there is one special chamber meant for you. Should you feel weary or worn-out, don't hesitate to come in. Inside you will find a couch for your comfort, and a photograph of you which I took way back when we first met.

Often times, the most grueling questions have the simplest answers.

"Yes".

Contagious Contentment

"Thank You."

It was the end of our conversation. I did it. I spilled my heart out. It didn't hurt at all -- no sting of shame or indignity. But still...

Pardon me if you have to see me this way. I'm not wounded, I'm not bleeding, but I'm still a mess. I know you're not used to seeing me like this. You came to my rescue. I owe you.

Sudden reverberation. I became aware of the sound of my own guitar. I looked up and I saw your hand, clumsily strumming the strings. An image of our future selves formed in my mind -- the two of us, still sharing music and friendship for the days to come. I felt really happy with the thought. It must have been written all over my face -- because you smiled.

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Silence.

No, not the deafening, ear-splitting one. This stillness has a soothing and reassuring effect on me. I'm grateful. No words came from you. But one glance, one look in your eyes told me all I need to know.

You understand.