"it's all a distraction"
she said,
"to forget your mortality"
"hm hm," i nodded, "go on"
"the shows, the video games,
and from the beginning of time,
sporting events,
to distract us from
the main event"
"our own death, you mean?"
(i was getting into it)
"yes yes, and we all
fell for it" her eyes were
on fire
or was it the candle light
reflected in them
"so we reach the end of life"
she continued
"without ever really living"
i sat up, "wait, you mean
without ever thinking about
our own death"
she broke out in that ridiculously
beautiful smile she has
"can't you see? you can
never really live until
you've seen your death"
"seen it?"
"yup, face to face,
felt its cold breath
against your skin"
i scratched my head
"seems traumatizing" i muttered
"yes absolutely, but then
life can become totally life,
it's a paradox.."
her voice trailed away
the fire in her eyes faded
i think a part of me
experienced a death just then.
later as i drove home
it started to rain
i turned the radio off so
I could hear the raindrops
patter against my car
"it's a paradox.. " i murmured
a paradox
