It was a bright evening sunset. Sun itself was in depths of despair. Fading yellow sunlight presented a clear silhouette of a child. A child of about 10 was sitting next to a tree on the edge of the cliff, facing the small town. A butterfly flew out of nowhere to sit on his tiny shoulder. He looked it out of the corner of his eye. A bright trickle came up his lips. His lips moved as if to say something, but I could not hear anything. He turned to look it, but the insect soared and glided towards the sun. He lifted his hand, stretched his tiny fingers to reach it, but it drifted further away.
I felt like a chill, a responsibility, a compulsion to move ahead and hold that kid from falling. But may be the fate of that kid and mine was linked in some way. I ran towards the child in a rush, but I couldn't resist avoiding the details of each and everything around. The awkward green tint on the leaves, typical dark brown shade on rocks and the lush yellow sky. I leapt to reach him but instead he turned, gave me a fading smile and leapt off to make his catch.
All I could see was he falling down the cliff, holding to the butterfly between both his palms. A bright, relieving smile danced across his lips as he faded out of my vision.
Ecstasy, would be precisely the word for what I felt next.
I have become Comfortably Numb.
Time : 19 Oct 2010, 12:05 AM
Song : Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd.
