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.

 

Trash

 It was night, I was in the bus going somewhere with someone. She was so far away, but she was with me, though no one will believe so. We kept looking at each other even at the greatest curves, I thought she will eventually get tired, but she never did. But we both had to stop our commute, because reality hit us, it is just good memories for both of us. We need to wait another day to feel again.

I must pray.

Distract

 When you feel like in free fall, close your eyes and think of something totally different from you, a temporary distraction, just like hibernating your life when you sleep. Then live that life for a little while, and when you are ready to take responsibility for your life, come back, you are the only one who can make you watch the sunrise.

Beautiful Night.

One day, I will turn off these lights, open the door and move to the balcony, how can I stay here for this long, but not today. I miss everyone who stood with me, that flower that smiled at me in the middle of the night, those shining lights that had life, those beautiful thorns that never bloomed, the one that grew taller than me. Nobody knows where they are now, someday I’m going to meet them and see the broadness of life in them.

A future morning.

I can't believe this is really happening, I'm looking at something from my memory, everything is where they belong. She is beautiful. This place knows me, the air, though we are not best friends, still they say it is nice to see you back here. Usually, the day starts from behind and ends in front of me, sometimes she greets me with the smell of the Earth and gentle rays of sunshine. I don't know about the others, maybe I'm in the middle of the dream, should I go to the living room? What if they are waiting for me?