I was watching a short video on my bro’s cell phone some hours ago which depicted the execution of some criminals. I saw the shaking men standing in execution line waiting for their lives to come to an end. The former hardened criminals had a childlike innocence in their faces combined with the fear of unknown and a sadness which smelt of a loss. I watched as the rope was fastened around their bony necks above which I could notice their thumping pulses , I guess their hearts were also trying to beat for as many times as possible before they had to stop forever .then came the ultimate dance of their bodies in the air in a context of colorful sunrays. What to many was an obscene heart-breaking scene to me was a glamorous goodbye party.
I wished some where in the bottom of my heart I had been in their place. I so badly long for the feeling one has seconds before they depart this life. Should you laugh at how ridiculous your short visit was to the world of selfish insane humans , should you worry about the a future which might not exist at all or should you lament for a lost past which is over , a past which passed in a flash. Had I been in their shoes , I would have adored every remaining second of my life , which derived its value out of its dearth.
I am ready to tolerate that deadly pain the rope would inflict on my neck to enjoy a visual illusion which would make me see the cheap plastic of life as pure gold.
That’s when I can feel mortal , I can feel I am ending
An end or a start ? who knows?
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