MAYFLY

Have you ever really stopped to think what it would be like to watch something disappear? I bet you have, for you have watched the winter fog being pulled apart by the strings of sunlight, water evaporate on a heated pan, snipping the thread of its life force, glistening dust dissipated from sight as the demons of heated tungsten surround it, photon by photon, engulfing the shinny fairies and the powerful rays of dawn drowning in great waters. But have you watched as a heart stops beating? Have you felt the last breaths emanating from a body crossing over to the other world? Have you watched, as silken fingers unravel themselves from your rough ones, giving up their struggle silently? Have you watched, with nothing for a tribute but your worldly tears, that soulful, final, serene stretch of lips, spreading itself? Have you?

I am here to tell you a story. Just another story. One among a million. One in a million.