Taking glances at the pink sky, I plug in my earbuds and tune in to my playlist on 'shuffle mood'. The young zephyrs try playing with my bun and fail, as I smile at their endless efforts to jog it away. Buzzing on both sides of my head was a tune too familiar to my heart for it to skip a beat. A song I was intricately tangled with, every word and space that kept me intact over the edge. Solely, slowly I breathed out memories carved in the back of my mind for not too long. I spotted haziness elevating across the horizon and feeling fragile enough to move to another lunatic place, I simply change the song.
And for the next few moments I got lost in the notes, among the rhythmic pauses the singer took in between the lyrics. The lyrics were simply the ones I once tried to boldly associate myself with. I smile at my ugly mistakes taking the shape of a huge mess around me. I think, think about how my life changed between the planned and unplanned moments of my life, of how one unplanned decision zeroed out every careful step I measured. Of how the dusk you wanted, soon escapes to dawn just by holding a hand. Of how my hand was numb against all the warmth subsiding it, and how I lost hope for another light holding it.