There was no pain. An echo sounded and he knew nothing. He would never know the fleeting touches of passion, he would never hear the pitter-patter of rain as he walked slowly to school. He would never get the chance to grow. To sing. To dance. To hold. To love. His life was brief. It is in these times that we lose faith. Maybe there is no God. Maybe we are lost.
For us, there is pain. Our world echoes around us and we are brought to our knees by our inability to do anything. For that brief moment we feel everything. We feel the bullet as it burrows deep inside of us, shattering us as we are left disabled. Maybe we are actually all disabled but we lie to ourselves, fooling ourselves into thinking that we can do anything, we are invincible. We forget the pain, locking it away and throwing away the key. And with it we lose the chance to grow.
When we forget, because we do, he returns to nothing. We turn to sports, to studies, to music. We burrow our pain away and embrace the fleeting experiences that dot our lives. We sing. We dance. We hold. We love. We forget.
