Analogues

Time ticking by is lost in those digital faces and thimbles resting over your pulse. The enormous past sculptures of clocks turned into tiny freckles covering the world—moments and memories trapped like Horcruxes to mundane yet precious objects. The big analogue over the planetarium hiding that reckless walk. When I stood there to feel the time passing, I noticed the movement of the second-hand and stared at the slow walk of the minute hand forward. As I saw it move, my thoughts calmed about time passing anyway. Sadness, despair or confusion would pass too like those hands- at its own pace. On the other hand, that butterfly-like happiness would fly away unbiasedly. 

As I walked without maps and figured out my way to my destination, it did not matter how I started. I did forget the heartbreaks and helplessness in that walk. There was a smile on my face as I reached my destination. The journey was fun, scary, doubtful and terribly confusing, but getting lost accounted for nothing cause all roads led home. Sometimes, I had to take a U-turn and walk back when a path went astray, going in circles or ending up on the longest one. 

There was no fear of all the possible overthinking scenarios that could happen. Every brain cell was dripping in burnt honey to care. The thought of doing it again is blocked by logical thinking and arguments. Looking back, I wonder how burnt the honey was to disregard the fundamental safety thoughts. I remember it being slightly scary but not enough to change the routes. However crazy this story was, the logical argument on reckless behaviour is that a 90-minute walk healed those small breaking parts and mended those rosey hands. The conclusion to those constantly running nightmares and consolation on reaching home will never have me rewind the clock.

Writer's Note- It is always fun to hear those logical arguments on my reckless behaviour :D Also, this post refers to a lot of old posts too.