Prologue to 'Miracles'

Most of you must know of only three universal divisions – Hell, Earth and Heaven. I have spent decades of my life in the fourth.

I’ve not been a part of your world for quite some time now. My thoughts are always almost clear before this swirl of memories hits me from nowhere. And then suddenly, somehow I don’t know what’s on my mind anymore.

I try to figure out what's wrong. But my heart has been glued to something unseen, something unknown, and unfamiliar. I search the past to find something to compare it to. But everything is blurred, tainted with a desire, deeper than my own, to grasp firmly to the fragility this reverie. I try to look into the future with no higher hope than to find something relevant, something related. And as I do, I find it ironic that everything is related, originated from now, from this unseen, unknown, unfamiliar feeling.

They say that in order not to remember something, sometimes, you have to give up trying to forget it. I’m giving up, ready to confront the choices that I made against Michael's aspirations.  

We all do believe in miracles at some point in our lives, not because we have witnessed one but because we want one for ourselves. Perhaps when I’m done telling you this story, this swirl of memories will fade away.


With closed eyes,
Breaths louder than sighs
It makes me wonder,
Somewhere down under

Would I still be me,
If us would still be we?
Had I done what I could
What you said I should.
          
                         - - Elizabeth Phyn