It’s 2 am, on a wednesday night, a reminder that I am still to force myself for my act of survival in college, for two more days.
Gazing at what this balcony offers me, I stare into this abyss of emptiness.
I see mountains formed up, where in daylight I have seen trees crowding up, perhaps looking for warmth in this cold weather.
Apparently, they still are, but the darkness creates a pal over my eyes. Ain’t it all about perception?
And oh well, a clear cloudless sky, dotted with stars, marking their presence, in fractions of seconds.
My feet are numb, yet as I press my palms against the cold of the metal railing, the chill is not felt in my spine. It’s a feeling of relaxation, soothing my racing heart beats.
I don’t want to leave this cocoon of mine; this balcony where my thoughts, like the mizzle of the rain drops are only heard by me.
I don’t want to leave this place, as if on the other side, I am to face the world, the world looking at me with his gaze, searching for answers to questions, I have left unanswered.
“I don’t know.”
My mobile screen flashes a very familiar number.
The life in me is sinking, and the blood in my veins rushes for an escape.
Heated up, unlike the cold outside. My cheeks feel a new warmth, and I let the ring cover for the silence. Better?
Is it for all the affection I’m too loose or the attention?
Don’t you cry.