The trees, the wind. The sounds of cars passing by The way the wind moves the leaves down the street. The innocence of it all.
The way the sun blinds you when you look at it for too long Isn’t that how you can tell that you’re alive? Or is it just something gone wrong?
How can something so simple, be so… perfect? Something has to go wrong.. right?
There it is, the moment that takes you back to reality. A “car crash”. When everything is taken from you for a split second.
You don’t realize how many lives one “crash” can effect. But maybe that’s the point… to be effected. How else are you supposed to know that you are the one still alive?
That you are the one people love and care about. That you matter… and maybe the reasoning for all of these subtle and innocent moments…
…to feel alive.