Playlist.
You don't know.
You don't know that the mirror has a backside that simply absorbs every reflection, every smile, every wave, that every furniture has a name inscribed on it whether the imprint is everlasting or not, that all the ants are marching up the procession in a state of blind belief right up to a dead end and a cold stack of food. You don't know.
You know faith. Your faith is largely one dimensional. Where is the flip side? Where is the colour black on your rainbow, black that is meant to retain every other shade that passed its way? In your understanding of faith, where do you yourself figure?
I'm superstitious. I tend to avoid listening to songs that give me a sense of nostalgia and a rush of a past anxiety. Songs, that I will forever associate to the fluffy clouds on an afternoon before a friendship came to an end. Songs, that remind me of an early evening that drenched me in hopelessness and loud, raunchy music. Songs, that remind me of ugly teeth and happy smiles in school uniforms.
Songs, that make me reach out for the phone and crash it again. And again. And again and again and again in the hopes I'll finally break it and the screen would look better cold, blank.
Not knowing for certain about tomorrow and my happiness is the panic self sustaining itself inside my bones, piercing my ribs every time my shuffle playlist betrays me. #Blood#Rainbow#Home#Faith#yourquote#yqbaba#depression#yqtales
