Saturday, March 22, 2014

Our Theory Ends...

It is 10:11

A young boy sits on the water bank in South America and ponders the lines in his hands, as if they were older than his thoughts, and could tell him how to be a man. He wanders in his mind and looks across the pond to find a scarlet bird hovering above the water. An Epiphany arises in young child’s mind, his eyes become valiant and his heart is full. He knows now what he is set out to do.

It is 10:11

A woman sits alone on a park bench in New York, with her clothes her only comfort amidst the surrounding cold. She watches the people skating on the ice as their breaths animate in compliance to the cold, posing as signals of winter and the need for a companion’s warmth. She thinks to call a man a dog might better serve as a compliment. She would trade all her time in the kitchen for one good conversation with a decent gentleman. She feels something warm come over her, looks over her shoulder and all her questions become keys to this moment.


It is 10:11

A elderly Japanese gardener works on the last of his beds, as he hears the slow foots steps on the cobblestone. He looks up and there is his love he has been missing for decades. A moment of silence equals the absence of their hearts’ beat. Tears flow at the burst of embrace, and forgiveness is found.

It is 10:11

A missing novelist looks from the Chilean mountain range into arctic shore. He observes the distantant waves and how their crash is lost into a whisper by the their echo reaches him with only a cold breeze that brisks the inside of his sleeve. He thinks of how it is like the memory of her manifested into this last tangible experience. He finishes a note, and sends it away in a handmade hotair baloon. It sets off into the Horizon as his last fleeting hope with the wind as it's only companion and time not granting him grace.

It is 10:11

A man alone from his past, travels the Turkish mountains with only a walking stick, and his thoughts as company. He stops on a peak midway up, overlooking the seemingly unfound beauty of the world that he sees now. He takes in the color and the calmness of nature. He feels doubt in all that humankind has taught him, and trusts more in what may not be in this world. As his heart beats one last time, he thinks of his daughter, and how they danced, how she told him stories that made him feel like king in her eyes, and a boy in her heart; he thought of her eyes on him, trusting the world he would give....then he felt his soul lift off his bones and into the open sky on into the great unknown.....

These are the thing that happened in the moment it all ended. All that we could do could not ever be done again. It is now before that time, that we can do all things that are given to us to do freely, until that time.....

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