The ship from Star Wars
A moment exists every once in a while when things become perfect, and there's nothing left to do but question and run away. I'm there right now. I'm scared and confused and unsure as to the rightness of an event. What's worse, I'm wondering if the rightness itself is the test and not what led up to it. All while noticing the personal business card I received on Sunday afternoon, and I felt there was an odd moment of clarity that probably wasn't there in the first place.
A moment also existed when I stood in my room, right outside the bathroom, looked around, and realized that I was trapped. That despite all the progress made in several key areas, I still felt the cage bird cry. Ruffling hypothetical feathers under eyelids.
A moment, as well, continues to exist when I stood in the bathroom, taking out my contacts, thinking about how much I miss someone even though I saw him/her a couple days ago, but wasn't able to stop time long enough to bend an ear. Even as he/she walked by quickly and I remember that he/she is, in fact, the best friend I've ever had, and that I really need him/her to give me a hug right now.
A moment will continue to exist as I look at the mirror and remember that my blood sugar levels haven't been below 190 today, and that right before class I had no idea what I was reading for over an hour and my tester blinked "KEYTONES?". Thoughts of insulin firming up along the sides of my esophagus along with traces of a bronchial tube widener equally clinging.
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