I felt cold on that August summer night…
I looked at the half moon and felt that the fresh breeze on my skin was chilly.
It was as if fall is already here, but maybe it is here only in my mind, for nothing could foretell it in the clear summer sky.
I do not know what time it is but as I decided to sleep at half past midnight, all I could do was toss and turn till bed became a prison and I felt the need to breathe; to breathe the chilly air of an August night.
All of a sudden I had the urge to write down my thoughts, I haven’t had that urge for a while now. I think I always come back to my original friends: pen and paper (figuratively speaking, since it will all end on a computer screen and my manuscript torn down and thrown away).
Weird how we always forget how things start but we always remember how they end. Maybe ends have a special charisma to them or maybe I’ve just had too many endings in my life recently that there is no place in mind to remember a beginning.
We also always remember the beginning of the end…
I never thought that life would be so weird. I imagined that things will be more defined as I grew older but it seems that it all gets more chaotic.
No one ever tells you this when you are young, you just grow up thinking that when you are an adult you will be able to be more in control.
Life is a random roll of insanities, a mere joke we rarely get. Maybe I should say it is more of a prank that destiny plays on us.
Everything around us goes in cycles, except life which is a broken one, continued by others.
The moon has been here forever, going through its daily, monthly and yearly cycle steadily, restlessly, but people who looked at it across the ages changed, the people who look at it daily even, change.
If we are ever changing, how will we even discover who we are? Perhaps that explains the randomness and the chaos that life is. If we are never bound to find out who we are, how will we find peace?
Does darkness create revelations or are they just results of an overactive mind?
I sat there in the darkness and all of a sudden sleep started creeping into my eyes: emptying my overactive brain might have been all I needed.
Perhaps that August breeze was not that chilly after all…
