7 minutes
It's always “you'd be in my 7 minutes” and never “this moment of me and you would be in my 7 minutes”
Let's skip the “if you ask me what my 7 minutes would be like” drill and fast forward to the “but if you ask me on a deeper level”.
In the moment when my heart beats for the few minutes, I want to stare at the midnight sky and lay on dirt. I would love it if God would make the stars in multitude too.
My family and friends would definitely be in my 7 minutes. I know I would have happy moments too.
Well, it's my dying moment so I would love to have memories of myself. Not all of it but some. God can make the proportion. I want to see myself, all of me.
I want to feel the moments when I felt so happy my heart could burst. I want the moments when everything felt surreal. I want to relive dejavu in my 7 minutes. I want to see the little me. I want to see the moments I used to feel inferior. I also want the moments when I felt on top of the world. I want to see myself get shy over a silly crush. I want to relive the moment when my scars were once injuries. I want to feel all the moments when I made my self proud. I want to feel my heart burn a little from the sadness I felt. I want to feel it ache for the moments I worried too much. I want relive the moment when I started to get glimpse of what reality is. I want those laughs where my heart almost gave out. I want to feel the moments when I felt loved. In my 7 minutes, I want to feel tears fall from my eyes to my temples. I want to relive the moment when I experienced God. I want to feel every doubt, fear, rejection and failure at once to realize that what I thought was permanent is just fleeting and to truly realize that things do get better.
I also know that I would have a rush of headache and my mind wouldn't be able to handle it all, but I hope I am spared the headache. I'm also aware that my inner thoughts would have a lot of questions and I want it to hush and I want to feel my mind spiral and go numb before my last breath send a prayer.