Fiction: Story behind the lens

While I was walking down the road of Athens, through the ancient Agora and on top of the Parthenon slope. I can’t get my mind off of the last few weeks when I was in Turkey war-torned.
The devastation of bomb, the children that’s crying on the cracked floor, blood drenched women holding on to man of her life, stream of tears wash her face gray with ashes.
To self contain my sanity; the only way I can get through this is to hold up my camera. Shut out every sound. What’s used to capture beauty now transformed to immortalize agony, sadness and pain.
Still my eyes flinch not. My heart keeps pounding, pumping blood of warm tears throughout my body. Every fiber of it, felt and ears and cry and scream and……… every dust is not missed, every light is save in the film, every pixel of the interlocking gunshot is stored, every flying rocks is stopped eternally, every faces, gray, red, blue, wet, dry, dumbfounded, is burned permanently into the little black box. And it is my shield, my armor, my only defends against all the arsenal.
Now, I’m safe sipping this horrible coffee that’s simply paradise in comparison. I wonder. Man. Where are we now?

Intersection

We are often given once glimpse into peoples life.
Very often there’s only on second, that one glance and we’ll never see each other not knowing what the other person is ever.
And every so often, one door opens and let us into them and let us becomes apart of their life.
For that brief moment we are a couple of beings standing in one space share our thoughts and minds and arguing about which color of eyes and shirt piece together beautifully.
The most beautiful thing about human interaction is when you see the person sitting opposite you talking about the most important and interesting things in their lives. Their eyes sparkle, spit come out so often it doesn’t matter because he/she is at their best now and you just admire that soul, that everlasting energy exhume from them with such concentration.
And then some stay the same forever, ever complimenting each others. Other times…… you realize that you are not the center of her earth…. You’d be heart broken and leave…
Or is it selfish of us to ask for too much in a relationship, for we are one of millions hours away in universal time and to ask for forever is simply out of our reach. Why don’t we just ask for now and focus 100% on it and see and accept whatever happens next?

Write Freedom

Every people have a imaginary how the world is. And everyone is blinded from how the world perceive us.

Yet what I know is that peace for some are totally not viable or obtainable or is it?

Some people know exactly in their hearts that they are more than their current environment. Some is just too angry to bother, and some are trapped by fear.

We can choose. To walk the distance, to a strange land and totally start over again. Be it becoming a security guard, a fast food vendor or a venture in a new business. We do not really have to wait nor do we have to prepare. If it is an adventure, and all we have in life now is anger, loses, empty soul, and nothing but debts. Why can’t we just move on and do better? What are there to lose?

For fifteen years I have been trying to learn one word.

Fatherhood. I have never been able to grasp the meaning of it.

I see people and how their father treat them.

Some are loved and caring, others beat them to death. And some simply train their children to be a soldier. Another soulless being with plenty of knowledge but an empty heart.

I have lost in transition for a loving family to the single parent-hood.

Does all death means the same? Does the death of one life through accident are as cruel and worthless as the death of being killed at gun point?

Death and loses have been away for a long while. And yet not a day goes by that I’m not grateful for the experience that brought me here.

They are the meaning of every minutes I live.

Some work for money, some live for worries, and some worries to live. And me I have gone down the bottom of the deep dark well and found the purest of all water and given life. Work is life no more, nor does money hold water. They are merely the means for me to live……… My Life. And be it loses, be it retrenchment, be it debts and bankruptcy. Now I know with even one single breath left I have the chips to get back on the horse and ride out of this forest. For on the other side of the edge is a golden palace and a vast pond named Atlantic waiting to be explore.

Walk I shall, work I will, till the rise of my breast is broken and I, granted my last breath by Thee. God.

Walking in Distance

Inches by inches I walk towards the door down at the end of the dark alleyway. Alleyway….. who ever say that anymore. The only source of light is from the cracks under and on the side of the door frame that forms a perfect square. My heart keeps throbbing I don’t know why. There is no reason for me to be afraid. What’s merely behind the door is my destiny. I was after all here to discover that. I was so scared, I can’t keep my hand from shaking.

The darkness seems to creeps closer and closer as I was approaching the door. There’s this faint sound of dialog from an old TV show behind it. I was just standing there and not knowing whether to knock or shout or simply budge into the room.

The door is ajar. There’s no harm to just taking a peek before I say anything? I open the door slightly, the door creeks, “Hello!? Is anyone home?!”

“Come on In? help yourself I’ll be right there!”

The sound was so casual. Am I being expected?

“Oh!!! I’m sorry who are you? I thought you are….. Oh Never mind! How can I help you?”

“I am….. Jonathan.” I don’t think he knows who I am. He is standing right in front of me. I can’t believe it. He is always just a story? Just a shadow that have faded into the dimension of my imagination for all those years and he is now standing in front of me. It took all my energy to control myself from running over and catch him so that I can be sure that he is real, no more a dream, of my hallucination.

Dad…..