You keep the most of it, and free up as much and as little as you can. You wave in, wave out, depending on the tide, depending on the site. The dust– no, windows– made all Italian meatballs lingering in the sea. The floors are built with carpets and pine, but the air is damp and the water dry.
And so off I go.
The view was bright, yes, I saw it coming. There was no headache, no tears, no nothing; except for this strong lever that kept me at bay. I waited, kept the numbers intact, I hoped, and kept the numbers again. My fingers walked way quicker than my eyes, and knew I was alive. I realized the fluff-and-puff was real, and the sunshine was not outside, but within me. It was easier to look away than to look in. And so I stayed.
I knew it was coming, but I assured myself it was nothing. The fluff-and-puff, and my sunshine: these were all that I needed. I blocked my hand, the palm tingled, and said my final respects. Sorry.
Tell me, we are all humans but why do we treat others as if we weren’t human too? We fly and thrive, and keep others adrift. Why do we keep this so? We reach for our dreams, get what we need, but why at the cost of others? This I cannot understand.
And in the midst of this crazy world, I cannot understand why it’s difficult for people to understand that love is real, compassion is given, and respect is earned. I cannot understand why it’s difficult to be truly human in this world when you choose not to be blinded to work for things that we just end up leaving on Earth.
The view was bright, yes, I saw it coming. I knew the windows were dusty, the floor icky, the air damp and the water dry.
But anyway, these were nothing. And so off I go.
It was November. I barely knew anyone in the brightly-lit, high-ceilinged, spacious room, so I tried to hide myself in my blue-carpeted cubicle, seemingly indifferent to all the noise around me. I engrossed myself with reading as much as I could for my first assignment, all the while drowning myself with a random playlist which I tried to spice up with every song’s music video. Now how I was able to work with music and some interesting videos, I do not know.
Yet, like me, he is new. I saw him a couple of times, always, only for split seconds, since I do not want people to assume I’ve been interested with him too much for this short time.
Heck, it’s my first week.
So I searched, typing in “Most Popular J.K. Songs” just because I never gave even a little thought on how his world’s pop culture goes. All I know is that, whatever part of the world he belongs to, She has driven to suffering our people across generations, which gives justice as to why I never wanted to know anything about his world.
Impulsively, though, I played the first song on the Search. I was feeling like it would be yet another pop song, which, to tell you honestly, I cannot truly appreciate. But I was struck. I sat there, motionless, staring on my monitor. I didn’t realize I was knocking my head from left to right, nodding at beat with the melody. I was so surprised with myself for being glued to a full song with only happy feelings in my head.
Then as I lifted my head, I saw him, for a split second yet again, curl up his lips, smiling at how I seem to truly enjoy the vibe of my music.
Embarrassed, I stared at my keyboard, wondering what that means. Those cheery eyes and the uninhibited smile—was I too naïve to feel myself like a rock star, banging my head during working hour? Or, is the song but an extension of happy and peaceful feelings, not in my head but from somewhere else?