Jai Paul Track 2 Str8 Outta Mumbai by le-pere-de-colombe
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I'm usually a person who wakes up on the right side of the bed. Mornings are beautiful for me. The sunlight hits my face after making a million kaleidoscopic glares on the stains of my half-open window. The aroma of daybreak permeates inside, infused within it the smell of all the small eateries scattered in my neighbourhood. A gull cries out with a wail amidst traffic, as if to enviously remind me of my own happiness. I text my friends, with a need to share the fuzzy feeling in my heart.
And every now and then you wake up on the other side. The
sunlight slaps you in the face through the crack in the curtains. Hums of
airplanes and animated choppers give an industrial sheen to the urban decay. The
stupid gull just doesn’t shut up. And everything you feel is shit.
Like someone unscrewed the back of my head and gave my brain
the closest shave. Raw skin and frayed edges and melting plastic. Desolate
hopelessness. Nothing seems to point anywhere and feelings lie dead in a cocoon
of rotten soul. And nothing be undone and unworked. Just like a backstage pass
to an orgy of evil clowns.
And then you see a funny cloud. In the big blue of the sky.
You hear the call to prayer. The brown stains on the shingles don’t look so
dirty anymore. No, it’s beautiful. The clothes drying on the line. You hear something
else. No, your speakers are fine. You laugh and you realize this is the first
time you laughed all day. The thought makes you smile. And the smile widens,
with your leg tapping the ground. You start humming to the music. And all the
sounds and all the feelings connect in your body in familiar fission, blobs of
colour everywhere. Romance in imbalance. We're all just chemicals after all.
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