Skating has always come fresh and naturally to me.
However, understanding humans who are nothing but complex, is something that is rotten and so unnatural. How can one not be happy?!
I mean, if you have all the basic necessities required for a comfy life, then why are people so torn and empty and alone and argh, the list keeps going on and on. Although I am a psychology graduate, I still feel there is actually no requirement of the field, unless the people around us, hear to what we have to say and, say, what we need to hear sometimes. Not what we want but what we need, what the soul needs to replenish.
but certainly, we say what we want to hear and hear what we want to say.
Or maybe, say what we want them to say, and hear what we want to hear?
Argh, see? Complex!
Whereas skating. Ahhhhhh. Blissful music shall ring in your ears by now.
It is such a free and enlivening experience. When I glide on the ground, the wheels crackle a dream song and the air whispers sweet little nothings to my hair. The hands automatically know the mudras required just to let off steam, and the world is no longer a crappy place. With Ludovico Einaudi playing in the background, I live a tale I write through my own steppity steps and tippity toes, the ground is swaying me from jump to jump, leap to leap I discover my own self, I see all my stars glinting on me, every inch of the skin comes alive with a golden glow, that only my heart can explain through its dance with the wind.
Knowing I have nothing to go back to, knowing there's no one waiting at the door for you, you are a free penguin. Just glide and let the bed bugs bite. The bed bugs are hilarious you should hear their stories someday. They anyway come to your dreams, better listen to them and act accordingly.
Until.
Until, I saw a man waiting for me.
Until I saw, him, waiting for me.
What the heck does he want from me?!
He himself said he didn't want to be friends. Now he jumps up and pops up every often to steal glances or just smile at me?
Only his mirror knows what the khichdi goes on inside his poopy head. Certainly not "rainbows and unicorns' glitter sprinkles.
"What do you want?" I ask as he comes closer to the bench and sits.
I go gliding and sit on the bench since it is my time to leave now. I remove the skates, shying away from his mind-boggling confusing gaze. I somehow have been someone who excels at the nonverbal communication section, if not at actual work and daily life mathematics, but this man, an ASS of a human doesn't let me have that crown too. He steals everything away!!!
your attention
Yeah!
your smile
Yeah!
your delusions
Definitely!
your daydreams!
surely.
your heart-
Yeah!!!
wait
WHAT
nNO
NO
NO
NO
INTO INFINITY!
no!
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