The Eve of 25
It is like I couldn't breathe. Like my lungs had decided to take in a fifth of what it is usually able to process. Like the dark clouds hovering over my head, I felt like mourning. The colors of the sun lit sky does not matter today. I see blue and black all around. It is fear, I know. I am familiar with its soft grip upon my future. Its hushing commentary to my past. I am familiar with it because I still remember the same heaviness from three years ago when I had to leave a town devoid of choice. I remember it because it was the first time that joy felt like a dusty dry rose left forgotten in the cold corner of a room. A touch will shed it to crippled petals on the floor. When I left the town, I thought that I will have a better chance of restarting clean. An open road that will take me anywhere. Being a self professed optimist, I did not think that a simple location change will affect the course of my life, but it did. I gave up the pursuit of passion and let peopl...