Numb

It's a sober night. The Jazz is making me want to stay a little more on my chair. But it's getting late. A couple of sips and I'm out of here. 

This night café! I have started to like their dim lights more than the morning sun! I see my reflection on the glass I'm holding. I look different. My eyes look a little faded, as if they're slowly losing the urge to see anything around. My body is getting heavier and inside, it's getting numb. 

It's time to leave.

I, so want to fall on the ground, grab some grass and cry. I want to bury my head and sleep. But I can't.

My chest seems cold as I walked out. Breathing seems tiring. The light posts are making no difference.

I just want to rest, a little; erase some of my existence from past. 

Not possible, huh?

I know. And I know, it's not hard to start again. But I feel so down! And I wish so much to feel your soft little palm on my chest. I wish, you could hold my arm and take me home every evening. And at night, I could sleep when you closed my eyes with your tender fingertips.

Good grief! Home! 

Another day gone. I know, tomorrow, my feet will again take me to the café. The search for tranquility will burden me more.

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