Clueless Ink

Have you ever cherished an auto ride so deeply that you crave the same sensation during your daily journey from one end to a new beginning?

Longing for that one cherished auto ride every day is what I seek.

The other ride, tinged with anticipation, compels you to hurry to your destination, not due to time, but because every fiber of your being urges you to complete the relay quickly.

Another filled with excitement, eager to embrace the narrative you’ve been envisioning for the past months.

But what about the anger sometimes, or maybe when you just fail to get there?

So one fine day, I paused, and on subsequent occasions, near a nearby cigarette shop, to relish the diverse flavors it evokes with smoke filled with plausible directions my imagination takes, sometimes when breathing comes easy, yet other times when it suffocates within your body.

And then it dawned on me that it’s the same yellow auto honking, with different musical notes my mind is harmonizing on

It dawned on me…

That one day will be the destiny that you’re eagerly waiting for, and these journeys will be my attempts to achieve it, because I have imagined you, felt you, and this is the day you realize it’s your body speaking and not your mind.