That was an intriguing story that I stopped reading midway.
A capable boy, an independent girl, a make believe crisis point…
Too good for my shallowness.
No work kind of made me lost and vulnerable.
Surprisingly there was nothing in my mind in that afternoon.
How I crave for those days when I would happily join in the chorus of nothingness.
It’s in our blood to cut loose everything and worship nothing.
Thousands of Suns through a yellow curtain and broken cigarette buds were giving my place an eccentric touch.
I wished I could take that to my heaven.
Was it an illusion, I felt in that mystic time?
I didn’t knew then but I do want to know now.
Someone is knocking on my door to walk through my answers.
No, this time it’s only a girl.
Again a gripping something is taking me inside with them.
But I want my answer here, I suppose only ‘nothing’ can give me that.