There

I don’t like going there.
No, I don’t.
I don’t like going to that place which has become the storehouse of our memories.

I would have loved if the visits had been irregular or none at all for that matter. At least that would have let some dust settle on the memories.

But, the regularity of the visits has just resulted in me cleaning on the dust everyday, reliving the days spent together and potentially miss you even more.

Yet, the memories seem to linger on and not fade away with time, with reliving and remembering it again and again and again.

At Places

I want to be at places where the lights are just not lights but an energy that makes you glow.

I want to be at places where the air is not just air but an energy that makes you really alive.

I want to be at places where the people are not faces but an an energy that does not make you feel unwanted.

I want to be at places not because I’m meant to be there but my energy is not worthless.