Belle Vie: Beautiful Life

10 minutes…. Time is a strange thing.  It can change and twist and destroy. 9 minutes…. It ticks away slowly and once it is gone, it can never come back. 8 minutes…. Many people don’t see time as precious. 7 minutes…. But what they don’t realize is that once their time has run out, there is no getting it back. 6 minutes…. Time cannot be reversed.  Time cannot be regained. 5 minutes…. Time is a bottomless pit.  You will continue falling for eternity, never able to go back, and never ending. 4 minutes…. Time continues to tick. 3 minutes…. Tick….tock….tick….tock. 2 minutes…. Life is short.  Tick….tock. 1 minute…. Times up

Beauty is something that all people view differently, and me?  Well, I’m staring right at the thing that I consider most beautiful.  You’re either reading this through a screen on a kindle or on the pages of a real book.  Yes, I can see you.  You beautiful human.  You beautiful, intelligent human. What do I look like, you might ask?  Well, that all depends on your imagination.  Your version of beauty could be different from someone else's.  That’s what makes you special.  I can be whatever you want me to be.  Tall, short, skinny, fat.  Totally shredded or even a skinny thing.  Though I personally prefer tall and shredded. How can I see you through the pages of a book?  When you read, your mind becomes one with the words on the page.  I see your mind and the beauty of it.  And through your mind, I see your physical appearance.  Ah, you beautiful creature.  But I know, that once you close the boo...

The three words on the paper haunted me.  Who was I?  My mind worked hard to think about every detail since the moment I had come into existence.  I thought about things I had thought were unimportant.  Did I have fingers and toes?  What did my face feel like?  How long was my hair?  I probably looked like an idiot as I felt around my face trying to identify features.  I felt two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.  My hair, I felt, was, as people called it, shaggy.  I couldn’t identify the color with touch, so I left that detail alone.  I had five toes on each foot, and five fingers on each hand.  I looked long and hard at my skin.  Yes, I did have skin and it wasn’t transparent, it was tanned.  I was human. I walked down the street in confidence for the next week, pleased that I had identified my species.  But I was still confused.  I hadn’t been able to identify myself as male or female.  And I stil...

Taking a deep breath I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes.  Just as I had expected, the nightmares came. I’d only recently arrived here, to this small rural town on the Eastern side of the United States of America.  At least I thought it was the Eastern side.  Where I had lived before I didn’t know.  I just kind of appeared one day, wandering the streets.  People always asked where I came from and I was never able to give them an answer.  Some of the residents tried to be polite and asked me about my past in an attempt to befriend me.  Who were my parents?  As far as I knew I didn’t have any.  I simply was.  Did I have any siblings or a significant other?  If I didn’t remember any parents, I definitely had no clue about the answer to that question.  Was I planning on staying?  I didn’t know anyone in the whole world as far as I knew.  There wasn’t really anywhere else for me to go. This t...