My mind took out several carefully packaged memories. It blowed off the dust that had settled on them and flipped through the vibrant pages.
That green grassed park with the swings and benches. Those trees I remember all too well. Those buildings we used to live in. My home which I did not deserve. The people whom I held close to my heart, but I hurt them anyway.
My young brain was wandering with the clouds back then too. But it was not induced. It was voluntary. My flexible brain somersaulted between multiple fantasies.
I woke up only when something weakly shook my heavy body. I turned around to see who had interrupted the slow musical symphony of the clouds. My mouth had not even started spilling it's words when my eyes stopped in their tracks.
I was met by brown, mysteriously wooden eyes. The locks of darker curly mahagony hair framed a heart shaped face. Then I saw her lips move and the words registered in my brain, " You see the clouds don't you? What do you see?"
I answered her, as coolly as I could, not wanting to push this one away. "I see how they call out to me."
She is different! Go to her. You will not regret it...
