The Departure Terminal
Desires are known to enslave rationality and a perception of exuberance that lasts only for a short while seems nothing short of a tumultuous twister that is destined to change lives forever by not letting the “change of the lifetime” change anything. In the worst possible case I reckon, the quirk of fate will preside over everything else and these earthly shackles will no longer be a hindrance to the flight of the pigeon.
While trying to prevent myself from being knocked off the chair by the gush of drowsiness and acute melancholia in the early hours of the day, it is decidedly unthinkable not to think about the extent of my swing in a very quick span of passing days and nights. There is nothing surreptitious or clandestine about this massive split in my personality to me but surprisingly it helps keep my exterior much stronger than anyone else caught in the same fix at any given time.
Admittedly, it is a rather far fetched assumption to have in the wake every night and day that brings nothing but a massive pile-up on your soul only to leave an already bleeding heart in shambles. The constant thirst for ideas to satiate the wanderlust of a deeply fragmented mindset feels no less painful than an ironical slap in the face of reality. This paradoxical attempt to antagonize causality through result is a never-ending quest for glittering opulence of the Eldorado.
This is the end of yet another spell of having a constant source of his radiance around myself. Although lived across a very short spectrum of space and time, leaving the departure lounge of the airport today could not have prevented me from relapsing into another déjà vu where crumbling hearts and overwhelming emotions are inundated with each other long after your cab reaches the known destination on a metaphorically unknown plane.
Have a nice life ............