Everyday is a journey towards your memories.
I travel to you, every day -with messy hair, sleep in my eyes and a voice that knows nothing- but your name.
The sound of your name.It’s soothing. It makes my eyes heavy.With my head against the cold glass door of the Delhi Metro, I wish to slowly drift into a beautiful state of slumber.
But no.I keep myself awake.
I cannot risk dreaming of all the shattered wishes, about you, about me and about us.
The idea of moving into a temporary world where we lie under the stars-content and joyous- in each other’s arms, it scares me.
I cannot risk building a tower of love and promises with you in the bubble of dreams again.They burst on the rough grounds of reality and with them, they take away the leftovers of my soul.
So like every day, I will travel to you again but with my eyes wide open and the doors to my heart, closed.
And like every day, when the clock strikes six, i will leave your memories behind and go back to face the world, without you.