Frozen in my arms, her lips turned blue black, her eyelids, her skin colder than cold. One more beat from her heart, and silence took over.
After the secrets, needs, desires, pride, hope and love, who’s to say what’s right or wrong? What’s right can be wrong and vice-versa – wrong can be right. Circumstances surrounding the subject may define rightness. Perhaps time also plays a big part, what we could think wrong now could be right in the next minute, the next hour, day, month or year, century maybe. The same applies to that which we might think right and could be wrong. If that’s the case then there is no right or wrong, but there is conscience, there is duty, promises, and of course there’s love. These things define who we are and how we measure right or wrong, right? Or am I wrong? I could be wrong … maybe just for now … just at this moment.
The Vangel.
