The Twisted Road

Sometimes I have been to some road which is so twisted that I can reach the destination but difficult to return. I marked possibly a lonely tree or a nice bright building or maybe a cute girl I had seen through the window. I just wanted to make sure I can return safe and sound. Minimum risks of getting lost, I guess. I always took the same way while returning. Just some people would say a boring way to travel. Might be true, I guess. The fact is simple; I was afraid to get lost.

Once I met a girl. She had no hair, some disease maybe. Slender hands, no make-up and pink lips. Her legs were a bit awkward. They were not in proportion as far as upper body is concerned. Her hands had a nervy kind of appearance. Her nose was pure music. I used to touch her nose, quite often. It was kind of what you might say not too pointy not too blunt. The tip used to shine under light. When I used to touch her cheeks she used to close her eyes and tighten her lips. I wonder if she ever thought anything at that moment. Probably engrossing herself into some music. I was a stupid guy. I remember how she moaned when I explored every part of her beautiful hand. I felt like an earthquake and I panicked. Somewhere in my mind, I told myself never to do that again. I was good at it she said. I was good at exploring. The next day she took me to a weird road. There was no light. It was empty. I could hear the insects singing for their mates. Somewhere in my mind she probably expected me to do something more to her. I didn’t do anything that day. I was not ready for it, I guess. After that day, I was ‘lost’. Now, I wander about the most complicated roads but there is something I miss. I miss the thrill of being stupid.