One Apple A Day #17
It’s a sunny day. It’s always a sunny day here. It’s one of the perks of living in this country. It’s a sunny day but I don’t care. I can see the ocean from my window, with the light glittering on the rippling water. I don’t care. I can see but I’m not watching. My head is somewhere else. With someone else.
I can hear that small monkey in my head whispering “go. Go there. Join her.”
Stupid monkey. Why you don’t understand?
I don’t know who she is. I have no idea where she is.
The only thing I have is this feeling. This deep feeling that someone is somewhere and that I should be there.
It happens. I don’t why. I don’t know if it’s something broken in my head. Or maybe something got messed up in this infinite multiverse. Something from a parallel universe just slipped into this one and left a scar in my soul. And in days like this I can feel that scar. I can feel it burning.
But there’s nothing that I can do. Not Today. Maybe never.
I just have to wait for Tomorrow. A new day.
My eyes will be able to see the sun again. She will be gone. Our universes will go back to their normal linear parallel paths. It’s ok. In that universe that I will never see, we are together. She’s with a version of me. A different version of me. But still, me. I can’t be jealous.
It’s a sunny day. A good day to dream.