Code Red

I have been told he is recovering. He was extubated and is talking. Maybe it was the love from his spouse that saved him. Maybe it was just his body that reacted and recovered. Maybe it was a miracle? Maybe it was the medicine he was given. Maybe it was just not his time to leave the party. Not yet. Maybe it was the care that he received from his doctors. Life and its mysteries. Love and its pending affairs. The inequality of it all. We tasted new flavors on Friday night. New textures. The lights outside were screaming at us that we had to live. We had to free ourselves. That was what I heard. I heard life saying come and live. She enticed me. Let me show you a few things. Beauty. And I did go and let her take my hand because exploring is something I like. Always have. And I saw Miami under a different light. And, maybe at that point, love didn't make any sense or mattered anymore. I was just carefree. It was warm and late when we left. His eyes on me. His music on my ears. My feet aching from doing what I love the most. The city still awake and pulsing. Under blissful gods, life seems much more real. 

The city was noisy like a wild beast that is tricked into a crate. My dress was humid from the dancing. And I was still thinking about this giant feeling that makes me dance and yet my physical limitation. Would it be better if I moved to Buenos Aires? Would my will make a difference? Was it will that brought him back to life? And not love? Oh, the meaning behind certain events. The what if's that so often engulf us.

I don't belong here anymore. Have I ever?
Life is a movie. I am just watching it. I don't entertain the idea that I should belong. I see people and they seem to belong. They are cool and they know places. They have friends who are cool and do cool things. The heart seems to know these things and yet mine is too tired and feels to small to carry all this weight.
I watch you from the highest floor on this building that is made of injustices and deaths. Time elapsing. From your tower, you wave a serene goodbye. Contrary from the man who was saved by whatever reason, you are just a prisoner of your own heart.