When you stand among tall buildings, and your line of sight reaches their bellies, and when the dusk approaches and for the the first time in the day you can see all their colours because the sun is no longer causing you to squint. When you stand against the glass railing and listen to bands sound-testing, and other cafes play the same CD on loop. When you see tired bodies slouch against a bench, with cigarettes between their fingers, and vacant eyes gaze at you for a second, wondering what you're doing lying on the wooden platform, eyes towards the deepening sky.

When you notice every leaf that hangs over you from the adjacent tree, when the mynahs crowd around you only to fly away when you try to photograph them with your phone, that's when you know your life is ending.

my life is ending. please hold my hand.

Tags: being a drama queen