Me

by Jase

Most of the time I imagine that my life is a film.  It is as if I am watching myself through a lens.  The shot is wide and close on the profile of my face.  Shaking slightly–obviously hand-held–the camera focuses in on my eyes.  Ever so slowly it pans to the right and the focus shifts as a sprawling evening skyline comes into focuses.  The edge of my profile is still visible, though blurry.  Music reaches an epic crescendo, and then, then my friends, then I smile although it is only subtly visible within the blurry focus.

Eternity.

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