Do you ever feel like you are being followed ? Followers do a good job of maintaing a safe distance and watching your moves. But sometimes, they get ahead of themselves, move really close, and then you can feel the heat of their stare at the back of your head. You know ? No ? Hmm.
Off late I have been feeling like I am being followed by a huge grey rain cloud. My very own water filled stalker. Brimming over and yet still self contained. Pregnant with wonderful possibilities of a brilliant career and life thereafter, but I will never know. This storm cloud doesn't tease. No drizzles. Only down pours.
I wonder when it will be time for the cloud to let go. I suspect it'll be some lazy Thursday afternoon while I am wallowing in self pity. Out of no where the cloud will open up and pour down possibilities and happiness on me.
And then I will walk on, like there wasn't a cloud in the first place.
But until then…I look over my shoulders every now and then.
- Scenes from a memory
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