[ NORWEGIAN WOOD ]



I shiver and sigh from the coldness, the kind that seeps into your bones when you're devoid of human contact for an inconceivable period of time. I wouldn't recognize your touch on my skin if you were to appear before me now. I walk around the woods, looking for answers to unasked questions, trying to fit square pegs in round holes, hoping to breathe in the lively scent of lilacs in this death ravaged winterland. I know I'm looking for something, but I can't identify what it is. It starts to rain in the distance, as the clouds over the mountains release every iota of tears that they've collected from the dead souls in the valley, the dead souls who've forsaken the fight to survive because they've been overcome with misery so heavy that it could crush those aforementioned mountains. I can't help but feel the pull of the valley, as I'm pretty sure that somewhere inside me, beneath all those layers of sinewed armour and rock solid imbibition that comes with experiencing extreme emotional detachment, there lies a darkness that's ravaging itself from within. A darkness that was once innocent and sweet and gentle, but it got pummeled so many times, got inflected by so many scars, that it had to metamorphose into that nightmare which haunts the dreams of every child, that inane fear of the unknown. I'm running in circles and my options are getting walloped. I'm struck by a sudden thought now. What if, when I eventually reach the valley, when my tears are condensed into the dream clouds, when it rains over the mountains, there's a spot in the barren rocks where a plantling grows out? Nature finds a way, right? I can envision it now. A plantling that's a legacy of you and me, living on with our dreams, defying all the odds, growing up to form a colony of Norwegian Woods, resembling the place where I buried you, and where I'll be buried too. Isn't that how we were?

It's still raining, and I feel as if something out there is calling out my name, waiting for me to come by. And you know what?
I see you.

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