N.P.: Hanging by a Moment - Lifehouse
It's really appropriate too. I really do feel like I'm hanging by a moment. I was, actually, till a few moments back. You know one of the worst feelings? Imagine believing in something completely, something that you felt actually made you 'complete', was a part of you... like a body part. Now imagine suddenly realising that it's not a part of you.
Ok, I don't know if that made complete sense. But that's how it feels.
For instance, you pour all that you have into a glass and the glass gave way from the bottom and the liquid just slowly and slowly forms a circle around the base of the glass. And you stand there watching it, seeing what has happened but not moving. Just standing there, watching the circle gettin bigger. You know that it's going to start dripping from the table any moment now but you don't make a move to do anything about it. You can't. Because you are so shocked that happened. And slowly, drop by drop, the liquid falls to the floor. All of it is going to be on the floor soon. Not just yet, but soon.
That's where I am. Was.
But there was still time for me to put another glass under the table so all the drops would fall into the other. I know that the other glass doesn't belong to me but all I could think of then was to save that liquid. What was left of it. But I do realise that it's not mine.
I took too long.
I stood there, pondering over my options. The pros and cons. The million possibilities. 'What if?', 'How?', 'Then what?'...and so on and so forth!
And then she reached out and picked up her glass. I cannot describe the feeling of loss that hit me that very instant. Loss & confusion as well. For I know it wasn't mine. Why then, was I feeling like I had lost something?
And then, suddenly, she kept it down, right next to me. I felt the wind knocked out of me. All I had to do was reach out and lift it. Just reach out and see what happens. Suddenly, it was dark. So dark I couldn't see the glass, couldn't even see my own hands. But I did hear the soft sound of the drops...
When the light's came on the glass wasn't there. I wish I hadn't waited so long.
The light's have just come on and I feel like I've lost the last of the hope that was left in me. I can't bear to look at what's left of what I so badly wanted to save.
6 comments:
I guess what you needed most was a new glass and a towel to wipe out the wasted drops and put them back into the new glass, instead of using someone else's glass. A new glass of your own. :-)
Of course, I would rather suggest that you get both a new glass and fresh water. It's always better to start afresh, and we aren't in the era of water shortage yet :-D
Anyway, nice post. The whole "water spreading out in a circle around the glass" concept is some powerful stuff right there. Once again, when do we see your poems and songs? :-P
True. A fresh glass sounds good. But the metaphor.. the liquid (not water) was everything that was me, you see :)
Which is why I wanted to save it. I still can't look and see if there's any left. Scary shit! :)
Well, as they say, no use fretting over spilt liquid ;-)
The more time you waste over the spilt liquid, the lesser time you're getting to store up fresh one.
If it was everything you had, it became so over the years. I don't see a reason why it can't be repeated :-)
The fun part of man-madedness is that it can be reproduced in it's exact form :-D
True again. You do make sense my friend! Surprising me yet again!!
I shall pay heed to your rare words of wisdom.
Yea, as you said, it's one of those "Rare" times when I'm a "wise man" and not a "wise guy" :-P (Is it time for another solar eclipse, already?)
its awesome girl... what shud i say . good to see you posting lotsa stuff :D
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