Today, while I am in bed thinking of sleeping,
I find my thoughts wandering.
I reiterate—there’s no going back.
I am on a new journey, I convince myself.
However, I am a prisoner of my own mind.
It loves to be caged. It loves to be excruciated,
because it finds someone there accompanying me.
The moment I sleep, when I am tamed by the bars of the cage, I start thinking—
I became a version of myself as if it were time travel. I suddenly start smiling; my innocence is fragile, and I left the world for someone to call me her own.
Heavy rain on the rooftop, the sound of a train passing by making a "chooh-chooh" sound, an owl sitting on the trees, and lights slowly turning off in the hostel building—I was smiling, bestowing love upon everything and laughing at her laugh.
The only difference I never imagined—the reality of the story—that time would ever get imprinted on the memory lane of my life.
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