Snowflakes
Imagine a snowflake; floating down from the heavens onto the earth. Each one is unique, special you could say. Small, intricate; beautiful, but extremely fragile. Only the right conditions make snowflakes form.
When it touches the ground, it does its job: beautifying the earth, changing the surface. It goes with the flow of the wind, just following it where ever it may go. But sometimes it goes to other places, places that have never been touched by snowflakes. Singular it may not do too much, but in numbers, they can change this new environment.
Once the sun comes out, the snowflake leaves, but it's beauty, when witnessed, will forever leave an impression.
Imagine life, as a snowflake
NNewn
Sometime in 2001
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Was just going through some of my old files, and lo and behold, here's a poem I wrote a couple of years ago!
Who Is The Black Chinaman?
- Nick
- Kuala Belait, Brunei
- Saving someone's life is like falling in love. The best drug in the world. For days, sometimes weeks afterwards, you walk the streets, making infinite whatever you see. Once, for a few weeks, I couldn't feel the earth - everything I touched became lighter. Horns played in my shoes. Flowers fell from my pockets. You wonder if you've become immortal, as if you've saved your own life as well. God has passed through you. Why deny it, that for a moment there - why deny that for a moment there, God was you? I realised that my training was useful in less than ten percent of the calls, and saving lives was rarer than that. After a while, I grew to understand that my role was less about saving lives than about bearing witness. I was a grief mop. It was enough that I simply turned up. Living and working back in Brunei, after a 14 year absence... Also known as: Brunei, NASA, Bruise-Eye, Bru, Cheesecake, Nick, BruNick, BruMedNick, Two Step etc etc etc
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