I’m writing after a long time. I feel inspired. It’s a special moment. I’m listening to some Coldplay song whose name I don’t know, but it reminds me of happy days and fresh cut grass. It’s about Christmas. It’s one of those rare moments where I feel truly happy and sad at the same time.
I had a strange evening. I went over to my friends place to do a psychology project. We went out to get some chilli fried potatoes. And as we walked in that perfect cold weather that was just cold enough to make my cheeks a bit more rosy and the tips of my finger tingle, I realized that I would always remember that moment. I would always treasure those simple fifteen minutes filled to brim with pointless conversation, some greasy potatoes from the shady Chinese restaurant, cola bars and the smell of cigarettes in the cold air. Don’t you love that about life? It gives away little moments like these like presents on a Christmas morning. These emotions make life a bit more bearable, a bit more magical. I know I’d say this out loud if I were in a movie right now.
I don’t want to recall the rest of night which didn’t go as well but I don’t think I’ve felt as happy as I feel right now. Maybe it’s the Coldplay song that I’m listening to on the loop or the fact that I suddenly want to sing and dance.
I feel like I’m a bit in love and a bit sad at what has been happening and how I’ve been. But right now I want to thank this one boy who writes his thoughts in a little tumblr blog, who has given me a piece of heaven unknowingly through his words. He doesn’t know me, neither do I know him. Can one be in love with someone without ever speaking or looking at them? Can someone be in love with just words?
Maybe I’ll write again soon about what I’ve been doing, but right now I’ll go hum a little tune and smile a bit more. ☺
“Up above candles on air flicker
Oh they flicker and they float
But I'm up here holding on
To all those chandeliers of hope”
