Being Dropped.

Now listening to: D-Sides by Gorillaz

The first thing I can remember is seeing the sun for a split-second.
How beautiful it was, yet how much it hurt.

I can't really remember my birth.

Some believe we all came from the clouds.

Some say we came from others like us.
Some speculate that we existed before that;
In a world fully fluid and of limitless motion.

I don't really know what I think.
All I know is that we go through this life.

Some before you.
Some after.
Some by your side.

Then something happens.

Some name it, "death."
Some call it, "moving on."
Some don't speak of it.

My one friend said that he heard,
Through a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of his,
That when it's about to end,
A new reality reigns down.
Like you can see, hear, smell, and feel for the first time.

Some think that all blue and white disappear behind you,
And you see colors you've never seen.
Some say a deafening din surrounds your ears.
Some believe your body becomes heavy and crushes itself.
And,
At the last second,
You shatter into thousands of pieces.

I think there's something more;
That we are all gravitating to whatever it is.
Maybe it is a tangible place.
Maybe it is only in our minds.
Either way, it exists.

Maybe the only way we can get there,
Is by being dropped from the heavens,
And falling through this life.
Gaining momentum every second,
because our natural selves long for their home,
More and more the closer we get.
Then, with enough speed,
We shatter.
Loosing all of the things we don't need any more;
Sacrificing our whole selves,
For the greater good of a reality,
That we can't even witness in these few minutes of life.


shalom.

P.S. Ya get it?

It's about being a rain drop.