To come back here. It was such a forceful yearning that I dreamed of it every other moonlit night.
I wished for everything to wait for me like a movie on pause. A quick brb from 16 to 25.
And here I am, overwhelmed, with how things have changed so much yet everything I wanted did wait for me.
During my daily stroll around the city, I even saw the same blind lotto tickets seller. Same street; same spot; the same smile. There was this fried buns seller. He smiled at me so genuinely after I turned down his offer. I saw no ounce of bitterness. His polite and kind attitude silenced, questioned and answered. It floored me. Such a wholesome feeling.
In this rot of people, mostly young, more fortunate than not, I find comfort in knowing the more wrinkled side of the street. Wrinkled from smiling hardships away, restoring faith that if the bad was so strong the good’d become extinct. But the good doesn’t and hasn’t, and I believe, won’t.
Please be there again for my next visit.
I thank you,
mmm so good.
"If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us. That’s why we have to care about each other."
- David Levithan