I am standing on the edge of a building, 150 metres above the ground.
At this moment, my thought just came up and think about truth and reality. Is there such thing as truth? Or is truth everything?
Perhaps there have never been such thing as truth. Truth could only be just a reference to a frame of thought to specific information context. Everything is true, according to what your frame of thought is referring to. If you dress black among black, then you are coherent. If you dress black among white, then you are indifferent. Something that true for someone can be so untrue to someone.
Similar to love.
No. I am not standing on the edge of the building because of love, nor that I am trying to kill myself of some sort. I am just only standing on the edge of the building.
My bare feet is very close to each other. Almost leaves no gap in between. I can even feel my toes touching the very rough concrete edge at the same time. I stretch both of my arms into the air, creating a 170 cm high human cross on the top of lift machine room. I close my eyes.
And then, a deep breath.
A very fresh air plunges into my lungs. Not very usual to get such a fresh air in the polluted city like Bangkok these day. Luckily, the rain has just stopped and air is still very clear. When I open my eyes, I can see so far away. From where I am, across town until the curvature of Chao Praya river, until the horizontal line of the sky and land meet in the far haze. The sky is so blue today after the rain. Is it real, or is it a dream?
Then I close my eyes again.
Now, I am seeing a different thing. I see a lot of light coming through. Very warm bright light. So warm that you never want to open my eyes again. My eyes are flooded with memories. My soul is fed up with love. And then things became so complicated all at once.
It is when my whole body bursts in tears.
I Am Yesterday. You Are Present. We Are Tomorrow 