Sometimes when there is a really nice view like breathtakingly nice, just like my office lunch view, I think of you. I look at the river and trees, I look at the people who are in a hurry, I look at the train that passes by, the bridges, the high marvellous buildings, the people around me and I think of you. I wonder what you would have been doing now if you were still you? Maybe one of you would be laying on the bed in my old house and reading a gripping plot or maybe that same one would be on the balcony reading that same book and from time to time looking at the sky. And the other one, You, probably are now in a hurry. You heard about this new stamp coming out, and you are first in the queue, fidgeting excitedly just so you can see it and maybe even get it. Or maybe you are at the grocery store now, ticking off the list while my grandma is waiting for that one ingredient to surprise us with the best dish she's ever done.
Or maybe you, my dear grandpas, are not my grandpas anymore. Maybe you don't do what I imagine you doing. Maybe, just maybe, you are one of these trees I am staring at or the bird that just passed by. Maybe the constant sunlight that hits me is your doing? I see a baby stroller now. A mum in a hurry passing the street. Could you be the baby?
Maybe you both got another chance. Maybe this life is going to be happier. Maybe we will meet again and maybe we will live in the same town. I'd like to think that I don't feel your spirits anymore because you came back to the living world. And I'd like to think that on a day like today, you are sitting somewhere looking at the same scenery too and thinking, "Isn't it great to be alive".
YOU ARE READING
Mess of thoughts
RandomI am a young adult trying to navigate the world around me. You could follow my journey and obstacles through my stories and poems. Truth is, not all of it is about me. I guess I just want to make people think and feel. We often get lost in our own w...
