Beats
As he lay there on the rooftop in the fading light of the setting sun, his mind scrambled to make sense of his own life, and it seemed that the impending darkness that loyally followed the setting sun was hell-bent on playing folly with his mind. In desperation, he wrenched off his glasses and flung them into the darkness as the cold winter wind stung his reddened eyes, catalyzing the flow of tears to soothe the ocular dryness.
Then he felt it.
A pulse.
Curiosity urged him to look up to search for this inhuman heartbeat. Slowly he realized.
The pulses were all around, the lights in the distance.
Devoid of artificial lenses to focus on the distant objects, his weak eyes tried in vain to sharpen the blur they perceived.
A simple scientific phenomenon, yet it seemed so unearthly.
As if the distant lights were sending out a message.
What was it, he wondered in awe. Morse code? Or some secret language? Or just a simple organic pulse? Not unlike the heartbeat of life?
And as he stared at it, he felt the pulse inside.
His own cardiac muscles beating to keep him alive. Urging him to go on and not give up.
He stood up, but this time his eyes were different. The tears were gone, replaced by a determination to live on, to make it in this world. A renewed force seemed to drive him onwards, showing him a way into the light, promising him a better tomorrow.
© Auro_28122015
