A Drop on Stone
Is death something to be afraid of? Am I supposed to be afraid of you?
Both unpredictable and intimidating.
To be honest, I thought I was afraid of you. Afraid of you because you are a painting. A big painting with gold engraved frames on a matte black wall. Everything I have never dreamt to see and feel was all in the painting. I was afraid I’ll damage the painting just by looking at it, let alone touch it. But I realized today that I have been afraid of myself. Afraid to look into the painting to feel and see everything. Maybe I’ll find the best and worst sides of me in the reflection against the glossy finish on the painting.
So what am I really afraid to see?
By any chance, that the reflection of myself will never fit into the painting. Because the painting is not real or maybe I’m not real.
After these thoughts, I continued to bike and the sun started to fall low. The wind was getting sharper and I feared the dark. After going through numerous dead-ends, I met this dog. This Shiba Inu lowered his ears and wagged his tail as soon as we met eyes. He was chained by the corner of a garage and I parked my bike to sit next to him. The dimming sunlight was glistening for this dog in that moment. We sat on the side of the street and watched the sun go down between the mountains. We patiently waited for the sun to disappear and in that moment, I thought of you again.
Just how much I will love you as time goes.
I think I’ll love you even when you don’t want me to anymore.
Because you are a hauntingly beautiful painting that makes people believe the unseen.