I can avoid this .This situation might going to get better off me. Confusion is at its all time peak. Happiness level is nose diving. Sitting besides two souls who are just waiting for a moment of ridicule, I’m wondering whether the catastrophe is evitable.
I wish that it rains now and then the wonderful aroma of wet sand reaches our smelling zone. After such a wonderful impossibility, we discuss about unpredictability of weather and appreciate the aroma of wet sand around us. If it doesn't rain, I hope a thousand deodorants fall from the sky and fill the air with its smell, nevermind if its good or bad, strong or mild , fake or original. I wouldn't complain if axe bottles cast their spell and no woman goes crazy over it. I am really not looking forward to that aspect at this moment.
I wouldn't mind if everyone starts smoking and I'm forced to consume second hand smoke for I’m better off with that than the evitable (or the inevitable).
But I guess reality is quite different from dreams. Dreams are something I escape to when in distress. It’s like praying to god before the disaster or a pleasant surprise if you are lucky. I really want to escape from this reality to a wonderful Utopian dream .A dream where this sudden rush inside the body stops.A dream where this eruptible volcano is stopped by some supernatural powers and become my saviour from this place that might scream "Embarrassment" .If you can't stop it, at least take me to another place. A place where I sit all alone in solitude .A place where loneliness is my friend! Loneliness is all I need just for now!
But wait! This is reality! Reality is rearing its ugly head! The volcano is erupting! deodorants are nowhere to be seen. Where are the rains and the smell of wet sand? Where am I? Oh! I know where I am but where are the supernatural powers! Oh No! here comes the…. *farts*