I witnessed a death yesterday. It's bizarrely true that accidents sometimes happen in such an apparent slow motion, yet one is too freezed to change a course of somebody else's action.
I can still see her eyes wide and filled with horror.
I can still see her mouth half open, grasping for more breath as her organs inside are, twisting and turning, eventually failing her.
I can still see the ungraspable 'living' dissappearing from the whole 'being'.
And I still cannot but think it should have been me, jumping in front of that car to stop it. I'm so terribly sorry I didn't. Forgive me. If you ever can.
What's this all about?
- alone.in.woods
- Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart; and his friends can only read the title.