He took another breath. Gazing out his window he can see the whole of the world. The colors vividly describe how the light touches each surface. His eyes move to capture the scenery in precise sharpness. He observes people living their lives in serene intricate ripples of chaos and order. Life exists in the smallest of details and in the biggest of pictures. The world never looked so beautiful, he thought. Someday he’ll join them. Someday he’ll win against this bed-ridden body of his. He leaned against his pillow with closed eyes. The world always looks so beautiful, he thought.
January 28, 2014