things end you know? things that you don't see coming...that were going the opposite direction last you checked....you looked at the car ahead of you, checked your mirrors and you look back- it's in reverse and in your windshield. just that fast and unseen. in your model T, with shatterglass. like it was made of glass like me.

and for a fraction of a second, you are Scarlet O'Hara and you aren't here, you'll go to the icu tomorrow and lay down but right now someone else is going to have to take this impact. you need to take it from afar.

and they tell you, an absurd five minutes later that you've recovered, they didn't know if you would live but you're fully recovered now, so go back to life and work and school. because you know it's all meaningless now, you can't even fathom that car hitting you yet and now you're picking things back up as if nothing had happened. as if you never had a classic car and glass never shattered and you never saw that light and touched it. yes, pick it back up as if life is the same. and maybe it is but it all just looks so melted now.

as if it weren't real.
as if it were never supposed to be like this.
but the doctors told you to go, they can't understand. they're buying into it, you know.
you know?
don't you?

well, okay. but just know. things change before you look again. so remember what you saw. god damn it, remember that sight because it was the last sight you ever believed and now you feel its beauty even more. remember it.