There are days when you don’t know where to go, but you don’t want to head home. When you take a longer walk than usual.
Grey roofs that cover only greyer buildings and dark thoughts that are darker than a dark corner of every street passed by. A wish, strong wish to be somewhere without thoughts, where all you know is nothing and nothing is all you know. Where all you taste is sound, all you smell is colors and your long, deep breaths are all the noise. Where all the questions disappear and all you’re left with is just calmness. A wish that place like that existed, even if only in the head.
A cry of a baby from a window far away on the top of some building echoes around in the darkness of towny street. It’s not feeling of tiredness, not even being sad, it’s those irritating voices in your head telling you story of your life, whereas the reality is far different. But there’s always a story to be found without any brighter color. No happy endings, no escape.
Those days can’t be avoided nor can they be full of meaning. Walking by the same stores, passing by probably the same faces and after all this journey from time to time, you face a destination which is the usual one. But there’s no peace inside, the only peace in this world are cars passing by, stopping on red lights and speeding when the green begins. The only peace is people in bakeries standing in queues, waiting patiently for their turn to buy some sweet rolls. The only peace is shops with lightbulbs organized by their power on those pedantic shelves. Inside – there’s no peace.
This was a meaningless day.
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Thank you so much for reading! I will write something from the start of the new year, for now, it shall be my last post for this year. Happy New Year to everyone!
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