You wake up one day and realize you aren’t part of your life. Like you never belong to who you are. Your body is not, your frame of mind is not. There’s your life just living itself, and you are watching from the sidelines. Life starts to look extremely finite. You are running out of time. That brightness in the days that you used to see in your younger days have been clouded. The spaceship lights and merry-go-round dreams you believed in don’t seem real anymore.You can’t remember what the world used to look like, all you have are faint fragments of memory. Colourful, vivid yet faint.
You don’t really have anything. Everything seems empty, everything you brought so far in your journey. Only the memories matter. But everything around you feels so obsolete. You belong nowhere. You’re just using things for awhile. The inanimate world laughs at you. You could be leaving anytime soon. And everything around you will be staying, at least longer than you.
And you used to think that you were immortal. That time was a friend who’d always be on your side.
Sometimes, I wish we had just stopped and listened to the music.