The younger in me used ran to the balcony and watch over the night sky, the moon was already waiting for me. I talked to him about it's whereabouts and share my all day happenings. And in some minutes, winds rushes through the old me and my wait becomes over with that blinking colorful lights sparkling in the sky, there a plane was coming. Happiness just grabs me with it's fully opened arms and I hug it smiling. It was a priceless thing to me back then. And without a blink in my eyes, I watched it, till it disappears from my sight. With lots of questions I open my bin bag and wonder about the people sitting in it. There must be hundreds aboarding on it, their worldly talks. some happy, some sad. Some rescuing, some assuring. Some worried, some wanderers. Are they all migrating like seasonal birds or to some relatives, to some work or just flying. Some sleeping while some nights were already gone,the day they befriended moon. But no one will be worried about my place, where I was standing and watching them miles away. I wondered if they ever thought about that.
And for so long seconds, I stood there thinking and then someone from inside would have called my name and hurriedly I packed all those questions tieing in my bin bag.
I closes the door and came back to my room, a escapade for my dreams and wishing for them to come true some day.
And today, I hope that the dreams in me don't die, that the dreams in me won't ever die.
Just talking to myself.
Songs, balcony and remembering yourself is something I can't explain.
