Saturday, November 08, 2003
I looked out and saw a world of clouds. And blue.
A darker shade of blue, a shade between navy blue and turquoise, below and above me, and a dash of baby-blue in between, like a stroke of water colour, a stroke of luck. White fluffy-candy-clouds filled my vision, and I wonder, is this what heavenlooks like?
But my plane chose its destiny of flying thru 10 mins of great clouds of grey, gloomy and stormy, not pretty looking at all. The seatbelt sign came on and my cup of tea began its dance of disaster. I shivered in cold fear, my heart beating fast, I could hardly hear the flight-attendants scurrying to their landing-positions. I said my Lord's Prayer over and over again. Not for salvation, but to see my loved-ones before my life in this world ends and my life on the clouds begins.
I tried recalling what I've achieved, my failures, my regrets. None came to mind. There was too much fear, it blocked out all these useless, nonsensical statistics.
All i had were words.
Words not yet spoken, never to be heard. This is it. My story is ending.
*P/S: with thanks to shaz. yO! babe~ thx ;)
// she's beautifully chaotic at 2:32 AM >> 