i wonder why i'm so fascinated by slow motion
to see figures people life
snap back rewind time move gracefully in air as if it were water. a thicker viscosity. a more beautiful art.
but of course more agony. strain.
frustration.
is this fear?
because i can't stand that crash. the fleeting speed of time.
so i stare at the crash test see the airbag slowly blossom right before
death
and with each light follows the shadow
i can delude myself but now with longer time to stare at my demise
inevitably fated for this swing of motion yet i can't escape
crashing
i don't see my airbag
do i need it? do i want it? will it ever come and will it save me...
from what though.
save me from what.
...
in the end i don't know
in the end isn't this just all in my mind
in the end doesn't all of this not exist?
