She’s singing at the top of her lungs and trying not think about what went wrong…she doesn’t care that she’s driving too fast and figures that the no one cares…the wind through the open window dries her tears as they fall. At the intersection she chooses not to wait and causes a storm of confusion…decisions made too reckless can have dire consequences, and too many souls almost miss going home tonight…in the midst of the chaos everyone screams out at her but she is already gone and hears nothing. Her sadness spills out and her rage has it’s own gravity…fates are drawn in to hers and lives taken off course… and then in the distances there are bright red lights that lift off the highway and turn sideways and then disappear – everything changes forever. A heaven that seemed so far away rushes in tries to hold us still and all passerby’s breath collective sighs at the singular loss…the scene comes closer in to view and the wreckage is poignant – because it has always been there – just in a different form…the end we understand is just another beginning, and when hope is all to hard to hold we just keep breathing and solemnly pass by.
“I have always preferred the reflection of the life to life itself.” – Francois Truffaut
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂