I will speak. You will hear me someday. I have read enough books and played with enough guns to know that this can’t be it. There’s always that last bullet that you don’t manage to miss. And you fall, hoping that this is the fall that saves you. I remember falling from my cycle. It would be the same. That sudden change of view and the distinct touch of the road. I don’t remember my fall. Is it the same? Do you die missing the moment that kills you?
Do you go from alive to dead without dying? Do you understand your death only after you’ve finished dying?
Beyond Six Rivers 
7 responses to “Cycle. Years ago.”
Beautiful
Thank you. 🙂
“This can’t be it.”
i cant tell you what that line made me feel.
Oh! I am just glad you like it.
Pristine. Crisp. going through the whole blog now.
Death can be ‘understood’, perhaps incompletely, only before dying. But, why bother! when you have the option of ‘living’ 24×7?
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