Drunk on Mercury Retrograde
I'm not a drinker, if anyone asks.
Not a regular one, let alone an addict.
Yet on a foreign land when the heart felt somewhat heavier,
and the mind casted by thick and heavy fog,
a cup or two made things seem lighter, even on 4 PM.
As shallow as it sounds, feeling tipsy and sleepy was nice.
It was one of my favorite place,
where being lost in translation is normal.
My usual happy place, my dream home, my absurd realm...
A corner where things always felt familiar yet unknown.
5,782 km later, it occurred to me. Did that one particular planet got anything to do with all this?
How things turned upside down, moved forcefully with a ridiculous force and speed.
Perhaps, nobody was ever crazy.
Perhaps, life was never hard and tiring on the first place.
Perhaps, March was moved to a shelf labeled fiction.
Perhaps, another cup is waiting in the end, with a clink and loud cheers to welcome us all, back to the non-fiction reality.
Perhaps... perhaps... perhaps.
Oh! How convenient, my darling dear.