Today I shed a couple of tears, silent tears, light tears, liberating tears.
Sometimes the traffic light takes longer than usual to turn green, you mind wonders, again the same old question is posed, again the long sought answer is not found.
You sigh, your head tilts slightly to the left; then all of a sudden your eyes become entrapped by what it sees.
This pic was not taken on the same day.
The side mirror reflects an image: A vast canvas of soothing blueness with strokes of whiteness brushed across the sky in message-like patterns. It talks to you. You listen. You feel the message. That feeling throws you into a whirlpool of answers.
The honking pulls you out of the whirlpool, the light has turned green. Unwilling you are torn away from that moment, the dialog is lost, your soul was snatched back by reality.
Your are lost, your are numb, you are dangling in between…in between what you don’t know? Where was your soul heading? What was it leaving behind? You don’t know. All you know is that it is ‘in-between’ and this half-way world is peaceful.