I had this really vivid dream last night.
I watched this major car crash, twice.
The first time I saw it was through the media.
The second time was through my own eyes. And between the two times was the lead up of events to me seeing it.
And the second time, it played out in slow motion. And I knew what was happening, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I just watched. Transfixed, horrified, scared, mad.
And I had never felt so alone and helpless than when I was watching this car-crash dream.
I think it's interesting how you watched it through the media first;
ReplyDeleteit sort of changes up the order of how things would have happened,
tossed around, if you will.
At first, it's not as close to you,
just pixels on a screen.
But then, a replay of realism,
behold,
disaster.
Sometimes life is a car crash,
& sometimes,
you just can't save everyone,
and you're a spectator in your own ball game.