Wednesday, March 02, 2005 .

Red Frame


the saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start


i love flying kites.
when was the last time you flew one?
a long time ago perhaps? perhaps.


it's a good day, fine weather, and the sky is higher than usual.
all the better for flying.
you take it, holding near the end of the string that's tied to the kite.
you hold it loose but securely.
take one good breath then make the dash.
you run hard, down the hill and the wind seems to be blowing that little extra for you today.
the paper on your kite starts to rattle slightly as it cuts the air.
and once it catches the wind, you let it go timely and it takes off.
just like that.
you don't quite know how, but it does.
just like that.
it's instantaneous.
you don't stop running, not yet anyways.
because you know it will fall if you do.
then after all that exhilaration and adrenalin, your baby is in the air.
sailing through the sky like a yatch on it's maiden.
and from your heart burst some sort of joy that you never thought possible.
beautiful.
and you just watch.
and wonder.
and try so hard to remember that moment that's almost miraculous.


the sight of that little contraption gliding is breath taking.
you soak in the splendor of the birth before your eyes.
and wished it went on forever.
once in a while, you tug the string a little, not to pull it back but to let it go higher.
and again, you marvel in all that beauty.


until, for the first time, the wind seemed to have stopped blowing.
all of a sudden. you feel that your ally has given up on you and you struggle to pull the kite back into the skies.
it's a tough fight to stop the little thing from falling.
but it finally gets up again.
and that's when you think it was all worth it.
the run, the pulling and the fight to keep it there.
and you know for sure that you never ever want to let it fall.
you know you couldn't bear to see something so beautiful fall from the skies and hit the ground.
you know you'd rather die than to witness it break away from the heavens.
you don't know how you know, you just do.



that's what love is like isn't it?

screaming infidelity at 9:16 PM
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