• fallen_42 10w

    I never thought twenties would be so lonely. I could see people struggling, friends saying sorry for not being friends enough, people we called family preoccupied with something that required no efforts. It was as if I was thrown off the edge and waited for people to catch me yet when they didn't, they blamed it upon time. I could see myself hungry but now nobody was ready to share the fruit. They had earned it and weren't willing to give it up. When did twenties get so lonely, I wondered. We were the same old 90's kids who would jump on seeing a rainbow. Now our rooms glimmered with blue yellow lights. We just had to say," Alexa turn the bulb to blue". Everything was at a distance of fingertip. Were we sending wax sealed letters to our friends, lovers? Not anymore. Were we dancing on the old songs? No. Were we celebrating our friends' success? These were the simple questions. My mother, a primary wing teacher, told me about the simplest acts her students would do for her. Some would say how they loved her and some would bring their favourite fruits for her. Mother, then, went on to tell me that I wasn't asking the right questions. Friendship dwelled on a single question," Were we willing to share our favourite fruit?" I laughed it off. But perhaps she was right. Our twenties weren't sad because we had no time, it was sad because we had too much and nobody to share it with. Our favourite colors nobody knew, our favourite poems from childhood, the dance moves we never dared to show. Everything was asking for revelation and yet there we were, hiding our true selves, waiting to fit in without knowing that as much as we wanted to dance in the rain, the other person was waiting to throw his umbrella too. We were scared to make a move. We were afraid to sing and all our melodies lied strangled in our throats.