The sky was Prussian blue. It was full of stars. They made me wonder how I haven’t observed these many stars for a while. I parked the car in the middle of nowhere. It was all sandy. It was calm. It felt like a movie. I could see a diner, and it was empty. I purchased a can of coke and got into my car. I pondered life and considered how often I wished it were over. I was brought back to those moments when I sought out a painless death.
Then again, I looked at the dark blue sky, which brought back memories of how much I love it, how its hues change, how it conjures images of God, and how even the Creator of the universe occasionally struggles to decide what color to render the sky.
I was struck by the realization that I breathe the same sky as those who have abandoned me. How my childhood best friend is miles away from me, yet we are under the same sky. The stars reminded me of my childhood. As a child, I connected the leads and turned them into a unicorn. It strengthened my faith in the power of creativity.
The empty diner reminded me of my times with my father, and we used to frequent a café housed on the hospital’s top floor. Yes, that’s kind of bizarre. I remember how it was just him and me back in the years. Then life happened and let him go.
The sand reminded me of the beach and my lover. Countless times I have imagined us under the night sky holding hands in the forepart of the sea. I turned up the window; the sky was getting ash, stars were fading, and my thoughts also started fading. I thanked God for a night like this where being alive seemed easy and peaceful for a split moment.
In the city sounds, Fabliha tries to listen to the whisper of her heart. She takes pleasure in the simple things in life. Say, the moments spent with her loved ones, rediscovering life in sunsets, and some good music that makes her believe in magic.