Afterlife

 They travel faster than Sound, I was just like Wind, free flowing, taking baby steps just feeling the air for the first time. When I was just about to take controls, I was staring at the ceiling.

Friends

They are flying in circle everyday telling me it is time to break the cycle. Friends, they are fun to hang out with, there are others who entertains me, they are sad for some reason. Maybe they see something of the future, and they are saying farewell.

Dreams

 Night became so beautiful these days, being out in the open and watching everything, it is so relaxing, time take a pause, deep breaths, and so much joy in looking at the future, a future you are starting to love with all its flaws. Dreams with wings.

Deep Breath

I remember feeling the Sun without burning myself. I loved melting, and craved for more. Everyday, I used to watch the ceiling, and the fan had this habit of running in slow motion. Good old days, when we had nothing to worry about, just how to reach evening after we open our eyes. 

Memories.

I’m looking at them, from far. What will happen if I walk towards them? Pruning happens after certain age, and I’m looking at what is left. What if, instead I walk back, and then forward to the unknown?

II

   It is beautiful when the lightning strikes, you just need to open your eyes, maybe it will become your life’s favorite spectacle. First it kicked me out of my room, then out of my balcony, then I saw how beautiful it is from a safe distance.

Don't stop the music.

I cruise through the fast lane till the final drop of fuel, and wonder why did I rush if it was just for staring at nothing. But, I believe time heals everything, and I will cruise through that fast lane again without running out of fuel. And I believe I will find some place worth stopping.

New Mornings

 I can go on forever and ever, but something is missing in whatever I do. I can bear any pain without complaints, and still smile, but I feel so calm inside like how a flower feels when caressed by the wind. I don’t know how the future days will be, I feel I’m not alone at this, everyone at my age is going through the same, new mornings, change in how you feel the first light of the Sun, the way you breathe, it will only go towards longer breath and wider perspectives.

We are not settling.

 I’m in the middle of an indefinite journey with rations lasting for a few months. Looking ahead, I see an endless view,the journey seems hopeless, the only way I could find my hope is believing in myself. At the same time, I want to create a rift in space to get somewhere I could only dream of. What if I could stare into the clouds and ask for something more to my life.

Lunch

 You can’t eat, drink when the sweetness of the moment exceeds. Words just keep echoing inside your brain, tears rushing, even your tooth aches. Chewing becomes difficult, and in the end you do it with so much effort, and wish no one talked to us before falling apart.