Through the slight cool breeze under the half-moon's light in my dark blue pjs and a light blue shirt holding a file with warm freshly printed papers and an empty wallet, Linkin Park, The Script and Theory of A Deadman burst into my ears through my red earphones as I walked past multiple shops and felt the rush of air as each car whizzed by eager to reach their destinations.
Walking back home I could smell fresh paint, medicine, petrol, bird poop(yup, bird selling shops smell of bird poop...a LOT) and shawarmas which made my tummy rustle uncontrollably but since I had no cash, I had to let that thought disappear into oblivion. After I had painfully decided that there was no room for shawarmas in my wallet, I started thinking about how atoms and nuclei collide, how life takes unexpected twists, about the girl I have a massive crush on, about time......time. That kind of consumed most of my thought process.
Time. The only thing that is independent of everything.
Time. One thing we all crave for more.
Time. One of the only things that is and probably will always be out of our reach.
Time....
For a moment, it was as if it was the only thing that occupied my peanut-sized brain.
How to get more time? How to make time? How to reverse time? How to stop time?
And it hit me. All of these were impossible. (Yea, i'm kind of a slow brainer.....please do forgive.)
This sudden realization made me think of how to, well I'm just putting it in my way, to make more time for everything that I love. As much as that seems in-contradiction to my previous statement it isn't in my brain. Ssshhh. Just read.
So I thought of the different ways to manage time and the different things I could do to incorporate everything into my life......and then I crossed another cafeteria and the smell of shawarmas intoxicated my mind and the intro of "Never Say Never" took my mind to places far from atoms and nuclei, life twists, time and brought me somehow to the thought of one girl and one girl only......and shawarmas for which I had no cash.
This is Raheel Haque with a very late post as usual, 01:12 08/02/13
Walking back home I could smell fresh paint, medicine, petrol, bird poop(yup, bird selling shops smell of bird poop...a LOT) and shawarmas which made my tummy rustle uncontrollably but since I had no cash, I had to let that thought disappear into oblivion. After I had painfully decided that there was no room for shawarmas in my wallet, I started thinking about how atoms and nuclei collide, how life takes unexpected twists, about the girl I have a massive crush on, about time......time. That kind of consumed most of my thought process.
Time. The only thing that is independent of everything.
Time. One thing we all crave for more.
Time. One of the only things that is and probably will always be out of our reach.
Time....
For a moment, it was as if it was the only thing that occupied my peanut-sized brain.
How to get more time? How to make time? How to reverse time? How to stop time?
And it hit me. All of these were impossible. (Yea, i'm kind of a slow brainer.....please do forgive.)
This sudden realization made me think of how to, well I'm just putting it in my way, to make more time for everything that I love. As much as that seems in-contradiction to my previous statement it isn't in my brain. Ssshhh. Just read.
So I thought of the different ways to manage time and the different things I could do to incorporate everything into my life......and then I crossed another cafeteria and the smell of shawarmas intoxicated my mind and the intro of "Never Say Never" took my mind to places far from atoms and nuclei, life twists, time and brought me somehow to the thought of one girl and one girl only......and shawarmas for which I had no cash.
This is Raheel Haque with a very late post as usual, 01:12 08/02/13
You, my friend have incorporated seriousness and humor. Nicely done! :D
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