She sits in the stillness of the afternoon, inhaling the humid air outside that leaks into the walls of this seemingly sound-proof building. She hears nothing but the grinding sound coming from the electric fan. She turned the radio on her phone, plugged her earphones and tried listening to the mainstream beat.
No. She wants silence. Turn off that radio, she commands herself.
She wants to clear her mind off these materials that continue to wreak havoc on her peace-loving mind. She needs that silence.
Think. Please.
Get your mind back to the groove, that inquisitive and creative brain you once had. She heard herself in utmost plea.
She closes her eyes and sees nothing but sheer darkness. She looks closer into the vast blackness. She sees shadows, glitters, lights. Everything that tells about what's to come. The pompous future that she imagines it to be. The future she has wildly created in her mind. The future that she holds on tightly. The future she knows will forever stay in her imagination. For she knows it will not happen.
She reluctantly opens her eyes as she gradually plummets back into reality.
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