Sitting at the quietest nook of the house with my darkest thoughts and insecurities, they are always my best companions.
Embraced by the darkness and the cold breeze, listening to the saddest playlist anyone could ever create and here comes the worst part; always saved for last. The song that reminds me of the past and how every line and chorus awaken the cities lying on the outskirts of my soul. It numbs my body and stir up the liquids which protects every cell of my brain. Skip the song, Reem, just skip it. I have no idea who the other character is, but some abstract voice comes up and tells me to keep on listening. I am confused and the memory lane is passing before my mind, blinding my eyes but the past scenes and it feels like everything is happening right now. All over and over, the rush of feelings races inside the allies of my veins, it’s painful. I almost forgot where I am.
Past is past but it’s not just past, it’s even more. I don’t think you can’t escape it, erase it nor forget it. It lingers on and on and on, and yeah, you are supposed to be helpless. That’s what Karma and mistakes love to gets engaged through, watching you falling apart because of all what you have done and all what you can’t run away from.
My eyes are twitching and the memory lane is over. I am back. I switch the music off and fall asleep because I don’t know. I know I am not sleepy and it is sad how I don’t know what I really need to know.
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